Officially Fall

It's officially Fall now - chilly and wet. I have a cold. Time to clean my lab bench and desk, as they are in an appalling state, and learn about Arf6.

Just finished "Bee Season" and it left me in a fog. The combination of that and my head cold made all the noises on the street just a little too loud, the movement of the bus a little too jerky, the squeak of wet shoes in the elevator enough to set my teeth on edge. There was an older man sitting next to where I was standing on the bus with thick silver hair, in a rich blue suit. When the bus stopped started to get right up, oblivious to the throng in the aisle. He reached down for his bag and in straightening up head-butted me in the side. I gave him a look which was meant to say, Excuse me, dude, you are not the only person on this bus, you know. Hmph!

It was just because he looked so used to completely owning the space he occupied, with his suit and his Vidal Sasson hair, that I wanted to chasten him, I in my wet jacket and scuffed boots, I who am used to riding buses. He apologized, looking up at my contemptuous face. Maybe I am imagining his expression of puzzled embarassment as my left eyebrow and lips contracted, but then I felt a bit guilty and uncharitable for having glared so.