Perspective

I head to the basement to throw out the garbage and I run into Antonio, who is talking to a woman. He sees that I’m carrying quite a bit and kindle helps me carry it the rest of the way and sort out the recycling.

I was up cooking late last night, which has been a recipe for exhaustion today. It makes me consider a stop at Dunkin’ Donuts, though I’ve managed to be entirely caffeine free for almost three weeks.

On platform I see Estie K. When the train arrives it’s half empty, and I realize that trains are the opposite of cups. Half empty is the optimistic viewpoint.