My neighbor's daughter is in the elevator when I get in. She is wearing a colorful argyle baseball cap and I tell her I like it. Outside the sky is still cloudy and yesterday's rain has turned to snow, forming a thin layer of slush on the ground. On Overlook, Sam L. and Scott S. leave their apartment building and cross the street towards the station. Sam is looking very brown, with a dark brown coat, a light brown skirt, and plaid brown boots. Scott is wearing his hood up, like me. I wave hello while they get a newspaper and then head inside.
On the train, I sit next to a small woman who after a few minutes starts sniffing rigorously. When a little bit of snot starts to peek out her nose, I take it as a queue that it’s time to switch seats.
At 59th I run into Sarah S. She is in a rush and runs past me. It's then that I realize I'm already 7 minutes late to work, the second part of my trip still ahead of me.
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Thursday, February 25
Friday, February 5
Almost Over
I am not just tired; I am downright wiped, and late. Glad that the week is finally coming to an end, I try to maintain some semblance of a positive outlook as I leave for work. On 186th street I see Sara R. leaving her building, her hair up in a bun.
Turning onto Overlook, I see Jessica S. Her hair is wet and she looks as though she is utterly freezing, as she hugs a garment bag close to her body and her lips slowly turn into a pale shade of blue.
Inside the station, I hear the train approaching and run for it, getting a seat in the first car. Scott and Sam S. are sitting together, nearby. Sam smiles and waves and I wave back to her. At 59th, I get off to switch to the B/D and run into Aliza B. on the platform. She also smiles and waves.
Leaving the subway, I walk to Milk and Honey for a bagel. Micah G. is eating breakfast in what might be a business meeting. I haven’t seen him in ages and actually thought he was still living in Israel. When he gets up to ask for more milk in his coffee, he spots me and says hello, though I think I might have taken him a minute or two to figure out who I am.
Turning onto Overlook, I see Jessica S. Her hair is wet and she looks as though she is utterly freezing, as she hugs a garment bag close to her body and her lips slowly turn into a pale shade of blue.
Inside the station, I hear the train approaching and run for it, getting a seat in the first car. Scott and Sam S. are sitting together, nearby. Sam smiles and waves and I wave back to her. At 59th, I get off to switch to the B/D and run into Aliza B. on the platform. She also smiles and waves.
Leaving the subway, I walk to Milk and Honey for a bagel. Micah G. is eating breakfast in what might be a business meeting. I haven’t seen him in ages and actually thought he was still living in Israel. When he gets up to ask for more milk in his coffee, he spots me and says hello, though I think I might have taken him a minute or two to figure out who I am.
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