Gifts.
A steel grey haired man in a grocery store & a truck (presumably) fleeing the scene of a crime judging by his doubling the speed limit, and apx 100m of crime scene tape streaming out behind the axels of his truck like a Chinese dragon.
I was having a bad day yesterday. Lost some serious time in the grocery store. Couldn't see. Couldn't focus. At one point had to simply stop and shut my eyes for an unknown period of time. Finally made it to check out an untold amount of time later (40min, for 3 items. It was bad). Robot-Girl. This man, he held my eyes and talked to me until I could focus on what he was saying. Mission : Sulfite free wine. Okay. We can do that. By the time I made it back to checkout, I was smiling. And able to see more than 3 feet in front of me (damned awkward to shop only seeing 1m in all directions). Dawning realization as I paid. Walked back to the man. You knew where the wine was. Twinkle. Course. Not the first time I've seen lights on and nobody home. Nils carborundum illegitimi. Gift.
Cooked dinner for my family in a blind rage. For no reason. The rage, that is. Dinner had a reason. Staying with them, and my turn to cook. Not their fault. Kept everything tightly under control, a little leaky, maybe... As neither my parents, sibs, son objected when I chose to skip dinner for a drive. 2 hour drive. 1.5 into it, meet that truck listed above. Haven't laughed that hard in ages. Gift.