I’m Traveling On That Line

I went to bed too late last night and I was reminded of the line in Charlotte’s Web; “When your stomach is empty and your mind is full, it can be awful hard to sleep.” I felt a little anxious and I’m not really sure why, which made me more anxious. It might have something to do with being on my period, but who knows. Hormones are fickle creatures. Waking up this morning in the dark was not helpful. Fortunately, my mom put on the heat last night, so at least I didn’t have to shiver as I put on clothes.

I zombied my way to my car and drove to the train station without having breakfast. I managed to figure out the perfect time to leave the house (6:50am) so that I don’t get there too early and still have time to do all the ticketing nonsense. A train whizzed by just when I got there (a bullet train that doesn’t stop at my station) and I managed to see the train number. 909. Knowing that I was going to take “the one after 909” really cheered me up. For those who don’t know, “One After 909” is a really awesome Beatles song from Let It Be. It’s about a guy who is trying to take the same train as the girl he likes, but he keeps messing up the time and the station. It happens to be one of my favorites. I’ve often wanted to live in a house numbered 910 or something, just so I could say I live in the one after 909.

I got in the last car and there were plenty of empty seats. This was also heartening because I also have a little worry that I’ll have to stand. I didn’t notice until I sat down that I was surrounded by a bunch of middle school kids. I thought about how cool it would be to have your mom drop you off at the train station to go to school with all of your friends. Beats a school bus any day. There were three boys across the aisle from me. One boy had a huge Tupperware full of brownies for his Spanish class (remember those days?), one boy was a Red Sox fan (ugh) and the third boy was trying to convince the other two to go up front with him so they could be the first out of the door when the train stopped. Brownie boy was clutching two dollars in his free hand and was asking his friends for advice; the machine wouldn’t take his money, but he didn’t want to miss the train so he just got on without a ticket. Should he tell the conductor? The other two boys said to wait until he came around and then to just be honest and tell him what happened. It really made me smile to hear how the boys truly believed that being honest about the situation was the best course of action. Good kids. The conductor of course didn’t come and so the Brownie kid was home free. Once they got off the train, I slept the rest of the ride.

On the way to work this morning I bought a bagel at this shop across the street from my office. I’d been eying it for a week now. The bagel was excellent. The sugar from the juice is making me believe in sanity again. I’m glad tomorrow is Friday.

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