However, the sun is shining today in my corner of the world and, luckily, I had a great book in my monstruosity of handbag: The Self on the Page, by Celia Hunt. For first time in months I haven't had a tantrum when things didn't go as expected. I sat down on a bench. Enjoying the warmth of this Autumn miracle on my face and read a few pages, which thought-provoking words gave me enough ideas to keep my mind happily occupied for the rest of the bus journey.
And yes, I was 30 minutes late at work. So what? The classes haven't started yet. I am the boss of my time.
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