just fit me for my halo

Parts of it have made it a trying enough weekend, but I’m sure this morning will qualify me for sainthood. I’m riding up the just-restarted escalator, past an older woman slowly making her way up the stopped escalator and I look around me, seeing that no one else cares and ask her if she needs assistance carrying anything or making it up. So I get to the top, then limp back down to her, hold some of her bags and limp up the stairs while supporting her.

Those halos better come in platinum, I don’t want it to clash. My ankle does feel a bit better today, my knees still look like I was in a skateboarding accident, though not as bad as some people’s post-crash-scrapes.

Otherwise, the weekend was mixed, more details later, likely in the main journal.