The library I was at today was supposed to close at 5:00. At around 4:30, a staff member came by where I was sitting, offered me a bottle of water and a donut and let me know the library would be staying open until 7:00 because of the near record-breaking heat in Denver. When I say I love libraries, it doesn’t express what is really in my heart. ❤️

Really don’t get the indignation towards Harry Kane for playing a round of golf with Trump. You are the England captain visiting the USA and the President of the USA invites you to play golf. You don’t turn that down. If you don’t understand that, then you just don’t understand English politeness and diplomacy.

Jury duty put me in a room with eleven strangers and a vending machine that only accepted exact change, which by hour four had become the single unifying crisis of the entire panel. "Does anyone have a quarter," a man in a Members Only jacket asked for what had to be the sixth time, to a room that had by then pooled its collective coin reserves and come up eleven cents short of a bag of pretzels. A retired teacher named Doreen finally cracked the case by remembering she had an old subway token in her purse from a trip to New York a decade earlier, which, against all logic, the machine accepted without complaint. "It worked," she announced, holding the pretzels aloft like a trophy, and the entire room actually applauded, eleven strangers who'd spent the morning in total silence suddenly bonded over a decade-old subway token beating a vending machine at its own game. We got called into the courtroom twenty minutes later, and I never saw any of them again…..no case assignment, no follow-up, just eleven people who briefly had one shared purpose and then scattered back into their separate lives. I think about that room sometimes, oddly. Not the case I almost sat on. Just Doreen, holding pretzels over her head like she'd just won something bigger than a dollar fifty of vending machine snacks. She probably doesn't remember me at all. I still remember her name.

love physical touch. like not even kissing and stuff just like. sitting next to each other with our arms touching or our legs overlapping or walking next to each other with our arms brushing. i love knowing in real. i love existing with people. i love it