If there was any doubt that today was a Monday, it disappeared this evening when I discovered that my MetroCard, on which there was still close to thirty dollars, had vanished from my pocket. I think I know when it happened, the moment earlier in the day when I didn’t notice it slip from my pocket and accidentally fall to the floor. But there’s unsurprisingly less satisfaction in that knowledge as there would be in still having the card. I hope somebody found it and made use of it; that’s marginally better than the more likely scenario: that it’ll just get swept up and thrown away.
Otherwise, it was a pretty ordinary start to the work week.