sitting at home

There's something decadent about spending the day at home during the week. So I've been enjoying my time here. Playing at the park, napping, writing a little, having a nice sit-down lunch not at my desk. It was leftovers, but still nice because as I mentioned before, it didn't involve my desk.

I don't have any interesting thoughts in my head at the moment because I haven't done anything particularly unique today. But yesterday on the train, I sat across from a guy who had a manila envelope full of papers. He pulled one of them out, which had a photocopy of his driver's license on it and a little form below that, titled Salt Lake County Jail and then a bunch of titled lines.

It looked like an inventory of personal effects, but I'm not sure. He was counting things on his fingers. He almost missed getting off at his stop.