We left the house at 7:28 or 7:30, buttered toast in hand, ate & talked as we walked. Last night, my insulin pump tubing leaked for a few hours before I caught it, so I spent most of the evening feeling crummy & anxious, and it took hours for my system to get back to its equilibrium point (that happened somewhere between 2 and 7am). I’d wrapped my toast in aluminum foil, thinking I’d wait and eat it on the bus, but it had been so long since I’d been able to eat anything, and D. was eating his & it smelled good, and it felt like a good time for immediate gratification. I’m tired and hungry, I said, and took some substantial bites. The rest was our usual: not running to catch the arriving train, each taking a section of the paper, quick reading, goodbye kiss. And I made the bus with 3 minutes to spare.

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