fidelity

i just came back from breakfast; i went on my own (kara's at work) to a place across the street that i like. i had a spinach and mushroom skillet, with eggs of course, and feta cheese. i brought with me a notebook to sketch out some ideas for a story, and i think i might have something. when i'm done here, i'll start working on that.

there were 2 young women at a table near mine, younger than i, obviously students, with binders and 3 x 5 cards and such. what i overheard of their conversation touched on anemia, hemoglobin, iron, thalassemia. they might well have been medical students preparing for an exam. i was sitting there, eating my breakfast and thinking it might not be wholly unreasonable for me to strike up a conversation with them. i could mention my current line of work and we might get to talking. of course i didn't do any such thing, and this comes with some regret.

because i noted that the women were attractive, there was guilt accompanying my desire to speak with them. it's not as if i wanted anything more than conversation, but perhaps my conception of infidelity is a little sensitive. anyway. i sort of wished i'd talked with them.

at the same time, i don't know how to start a conversation with strangers like that. "say, forgive me, but i couldn't help but overhear you talking about hemoglobin ..." ridiculous.

anyway. i ate my breakfast, wrote in my notebook, drank my coffee, and left the place. i talked to no one. i am home now. the dogs are downstairs and the cats are up here. i'm going to work on this new story.