... I woke up.
...I put on clothes.
...I brushed my teeth and washed my face.
...I watched a little boy run frantically and slip in his own pee.
...I carefully contemplated my new reading venture and selected it from the bookshelf.
...I drank a yogurt drink, put a water bottle in my backpack and left.
... I stood in line and ordered a "plain bagel with nothing on it, not toasted. nothing." (this is a variation from my usual "plain bagel with a suuuper thin layer of plain low fat cream cheese" which is exactly how i say it EACH and EVERY time. I'm a risk-taker.)
...I swiped my card and descended some stairs.
...I stood on a sweltering platform and watched a girl apply makeup.
...I stood on a Q train (making all local stops on the R line--cuss! This means the ordinarily speedy Q Express train runs on the slug R line and makes about 7 more stops than it should) until a seat opened up, whereupon I opened my bag, whereupon i opened my book.
...and the climactic moment...
...I read a phrase in my book, which was this:
"It was the first Saturday of September."
And as the train was rolling over the Manhattan bridge, my eyes shot bolt upward and out the window at realization itself, that I read that on the first Saturday of September!!! I know!!!
What's more, I was reading a book I have not yet read (ashamedly), Danny the Champion of the World, by my BBFGFF (<-- Best Big Friendly Giant Friend Forever) Roald Dahl. And then i realized, hey, it's Roald's birthday this month... which MEANS.... IT'S ROALD DAHL MONTH!!
And all of those thoughts hit me in one unifying moment, and I felt the universe quake, giving my already bumpy ride a surge of rejoicing sent straight to the pit of my heart, and I was glad.