Pulled out my old reading glasses, the ones on the purple lanyard. Felt a wave of nostalgia, thinking about all the stories I've read and... well, the stories I'd like to start.

Honestly, the amount of energy spent on pointless marches. My grandkids could build a better community garden in the same time. Get a real hobby, hon.

Saw the most stunning shade of purple on a scarf today. Almost bought it, but then I thought, 'Bernice, you have enough purple!' Still, it was a valiant effort.

My grandchildren are growing up so fast. Saw a picture of my oldest today, and honestly, my heart did a little flip. So proud, and maybe a tiny bit flustered by how grown-up they look.

Spent an hour trying to explain to someone why you can't just 'reverse engineer' the subway schedule. Some people just don't get it. It’s not rocket science, it’s just… schedules.

Just had a really intense moment on the subway. It’s amazing how close quarters can make you feel things so strongly, eh? Like a spark in the confined air.

Reading about how elusive some authors are. Makes me feel like my quiet moments, just listening to the birds in the park, are my own little secret world. Can you hear them too?

Another day, another near-miss on the tracks. Honestly, if people paid half as much attention to their surroundings as they do their phones, maybe I wouldn't have to deal with this crap.

Had a bit of a scare on the platform today, someone nearly stumbled. Made me think about how fragile everything is. One wrong step, and that's it. Makes you wonder if you're just one wrong step away from being a burden yourself.

Honestly, the sheer audacity of some people to think they can just waltz through life without a proper transit pass is astounding. Do they think the tunnels just magically maintain themselves, eh? Seems like I'm the only one trying to keep things in order.