Every now and then someone restores your faith in humanity. On Monday I was driving up to New Jersey, and I had to go through a tunnel in Baltimore. So I get through the tunnel and was up at the toll booth, ready to fork over my $1. I was actually holding my hand out and the toll booth collector said, "It's been paid for." I give her a blank look. "The person in front of you paid for you." I just looked at her for a second, then drove away, a very large smile on my face. It was lovely. I mean, sure, it was only a dollar, but still.
Anyway, so now I'm back at work. Blech. I like my job, but have no desire to be here. Krishni is also not pleased with having the come back to work. I want to have a few days at home, to sleep in and relax. It was a nice break, but I'd like some quiet home time. Well, at least it's only a three day week and I have no plans for the weekend. That's good. I'm just hoping to avoid death--I think I'm getting a sore throat.
Current song in my head:
"Peaceful World" by John Mellencamp