The Bloody Doors Off

Today is a day I’d like to bottle up, or commit to permanent memory and ready to reply when I really need it.

• Interview on Tuesday for the 6-month contract. There were a pile of resumes, but my experience and portfolio got me to the next round.
• Walked up Yonge street from King to Bloor after picking up my prescription. Got to take the knit cap off and soaked up the sunshine.
• Email from a client looking for help. Generous timeline to get it done, not pressured to turn it overnight.
• Saw some fine sketch comedy with my friend Samantha.
• Took another walk on Bloor street, carefully avoiding the puddles along the way.

Okay, so there was a moment where the asshole sitting next to me on the crowded subway (heading to the sketch event) kept trying to hip check me off the 10% of the chair he hadn’t take up alongside his own, constantly pushing with his elbow while he read his paper, and then swung his backpack into my ribs as he left. (I had bad thoughts; didn’t act on them because then I wouldn’t pass the criminal background check next week.)

Now if I could just sleep.