There are easy days, and there are tough days.
Sometimes it's not clear why a day is one or the other.
It's not like people weren't perfectly nice to me, some even smiled when they saw me, some did me favors and said nice things to me.
And yet I was annoyed by the smallest things today. A man who kept yelling at me as I walked down the street. "Miss! Miss!" Persistent, rude.
A woman who tried to get me to do something, join her cause, a perfectly good cause, but one I did not at that moment want to join, and said something tactless, to which I answered something tactless back.
A disappearing bike lane.
Wegmans being out of Ben & Jerry's vanilla ice cream. And just out-and-out not carrying matches, the small ones anyway.
Is everyone in the world lighting their candles with lighters?
And then there were the small wonderful things. A friend's silly accent making me laugh. A kind voice on the phone in the middle of the day. Being reunited with my instrument after having it in the shop. Singing.
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