Bus Report #944
But no - instead I spent the night, not counting sheep, but counting nightmares.
Got up, numb, showered, numb, made tea I did not want to drink and listened to NPR tell me things I did not want to hear.
Walking to the bus I saw our friendly shtetl scholar. Today he had added a neon yellow safety vest to his outfit, and I saw, to my surprise, that the vest and his hat had the Muni logo on them.
We stopped on the sidewalk to greet each other - but neither of us said 'good' before saying 'morning'.
"You doing okay today?" I asked him.
He looked at me with such concern in his eyes. "I am, I am. What about you?"
I shrugged. Knew if I said too much, I'd start to cry.
He nodded. He earnestly quoted some poetry but I don't know the poet, but it was something about carrying on, and it was nice.
"We'll be okay because we have no choice," he said.
We parted ways.
I am glad to know the shtetl scholar - and somehow gladder still to know that he works for Muni.
Take care of yourselves today, everyone.