I have a job.
I don't know for how long because it's a substitution. But it looks like long.
I'm substituting a woman that must be having the worst moment of her life. And I have a job.
I'm on the bus, as it seems I've been doing my whole life, reading a novel and thinking.
I'm thinking on the woman, on my future niece, and realizing what life is all about.
I'm thinking this week I won't forget to take with me my peanut butter and printing a cheese cake recipe.
Messy mind, once and again.