It’s unseasonably warm in Chicago. Today it rained most of the day. I’m unsure when it stopped. I didn’t leave the building because I brought my lunch to work. I didn’t get to the building’s gym to practice yoga this afternoon either. I did get a lot of work done. I’m traveling later in the week, which always seems to compress work deadlines. Work never stops even when the day’s progression does. I couldn’t keep track of the day on account of the grayness. The sun sliced through the gray sky about 4 p.m. at which time I felt my mood lighten.
The sun had already set an hour later when I left the building. The sidewalk was so shiny with sweat that I thought it snowed. It was in the 50s when I left the building to head to the train.
On board the train, I’m now seated by a man in serious need of a breath mint; whose oral health is mixed the with the odors created by a lot of sweatiness of a sardine-like packed train car. The conductor’s January uniform is weighing on him, beads of sweat dribble down his face as he collects tickets and checks passes.
Two men nearby me cough as if they are rehearsing for a role of an actor with pertussis or tuberculosis. My head stars to hurt. I rub my temples and regret leaving the essential oil in my office. It’s times like this when a little dab will you do you. I wish for a moment I could not smell. The man gets off at Lombard.
My prayers are answered. Pertussis keeps coughing. My station is next. Thank God.