My neighbor woke me up when she double locked her front door, which I can always hear because my front door is thin. Bless her. I’d slept past my alarm because I was up again for hours last night with another blessing they call insomnia. I am on the train to work now, staring at the sleepy commuters sitting across from me, wondering what is going on in each of their heads.
One is looking right into my eyes, but I know she isn’t, really. She’s looking through me, thinking about her study or what she’ll say to her boyfriend later today…she looks a bit tense.
I am listening to The Girl From Ipanema. No matter where I am, it gives me a tropical island feeling. I love that. I try not to overplay it so as to not wear out that acute holiday feeling it gives me. The girl is still staring through me. What is she thinking?
Tonight I meet a friend in Amsterdam who I haven’t seen in ages. We’ll have dinner and then go to yoga, since she’s the teacher. But before then, I will go to work and sit with a group of colleagues who are quite the bunch of little “normal” weirdos. I love them. They make me laugh or even just with their wackiness.
I wish all you beauties a wonderful, even if mundane, Tuesday.