I wish I had wool on yesterday night.
Stuck in the Metrolink train, for an hour and a half, that struck a person in the tracks, while investigation went on, while we waited, I was cold.
Meanwhile, my mind is racing whether I’d still have a home to go home to.
A fire was ongoing in the High Desert. Close to home.
Though my husband assured me everything was OK and everyone was accounted for and no evacuations been ordered, I couldn’t help but feel helpless.
It’s just like what doctors don’t want to hear you saying when you’re told your bad cholesterol or sugar levels are high. To which you reply, “But I don’t feel anything.”
Do I wait for something foolishly bad to happen til I do something about this situation of mine?