i got stuck in a strange city. last night. many plane hours from home. worn weary calves and balls of feet from two days of heeled boots tramping through hard interview questions. and then a man in the hotel parking lot. not a sick weird crazy mofo with prison eyes. but a regular old normal attractive looking probably-got-tricked-out-here-just-like-i-did guy. said to me as we passed: you are really pretty. and i said, stupidly smiling and agog, thank you. and scurried into my room to peek in the mirror. and it was still the same me who is usually there. so i decided that the only explanation was i'd fallen into another dimension. oh yeah. and dark parking lot lighting. and then other people were extraordinarily nice to me and gave me things i didn't have and didn't have access to getting. a stiff couple of drinks after a very long week. and other thankful compassions. as if i were radiating that feeling. not really love, but the firm and steady belief that we all deserve goodness.

and what could have been a melt-down disaster, ended up a fantastic night.