Old Habits Die Hard

I'm late. Yesterday was the first time since the New Year began that I was significantly late to work, and also the first time I missed a regularly scheduled workout.  As I rush to the train I wonder if, after only five and a half weeks, I am already slipping back to my old habits. In my defense, it's been as stressful a week as any, not to mention that I am feeling sleep deprived, a bit dehydrated, and my right contact lens is itchy.

On the way to the station I call Aliza and wake her up, as she had asked me to, and wish her a happy birthday.  When I turn onto Overlook, I see Ruchama J. brushing the roof of her car, which has been snowed in and plow trapped.  A short woman whom I don't recognize is shoveling the snow around Ruchama's car.  Finding the question on my face, Ruchama shouts "this is a very nice woman" and shrugs.

On the platform, Adam F. whizzes right by me.   A few seconds later, I hear a pitched "hi Ely" and look up to find Marissa E.   I'm really glad she has moved back into the hood, even as I contemplate moving out.  The train comes; I get a seat and settle in.  Next stop: more coffee.