Lonely Girl in a Kitchen.

The oatmeal is cold now.

My eyeliner smudged.

I did not sleep last night and crawled into bed without washing my face.

I have to go to the store to buy another hummingbird feeder.

So many stupid errands.

But last night destroyed all hope of self-motivation for today.

He hit me on the subway. In public! In front of tons of passersby.

I didn't think he'd resort to that. I was so stunned that I didn't even look upset.

So he hit me again.

I only have a few hours to process everything.

I am a caregiver for my great uncle living in an assisted living facility.

He has Alzheimer's. Yesterday was a bad day for him. I wonder how today will go.

I have a bruise on my cheek. He will ask about it, whether he calls me by name or not.

And that's when it hits me: Today will not be a good day, either.