Just painted my nails pale sheer pink. Typing slowly.

Tonight on the way home I did something I wish I’d done MONTHS ago. On the top deck of the ferry is an enclosed room known unofficially as ‘the quiet room’. It houses about eight rows of seats surrounded by windows on three sides. It’s like the boat’s library. Sitting in there means you will read, sleep, or otherwise shut up.

I sat down and took out my book. So peaceful. No one saying a word. No loud stupid conversations or obnoxious laughter. No people on their cellphones. No screaming kids or unwanted buskers holding everyone hostage. Though the guy on my right did start loudly eating an apple soon after we departed. It was horrific. I had to don my headphones til he finished. It’s the QUIET room, you dick, close your mouth. Anyway. The voyage passed otherwise in wonderful silence, and I read two chapters. Ahhh. I know where I’ll be in subsequent commutes.

In other news, on the way to work this morning I think I felt the baby roll over. Or something. It was pretty weird. Since I have never felt anything like it ever, I have to assume that’s what it was.