Took subway + bus to office, as usual; during transfer to bus I picked up some kind of fresh dough + egg + sausage thing on the street for 7 RMB (just over 1 USD, for those keeping score at home).
Not a bad breakfast, though it sat in a small plastic bag dangling from my hand for 15 minutes as I stood on the crowded bus winding its way to the software park where I'm working for the time being.
Work was fine; boss is returning to US after a brief stay here, and I extended the time on my return flight - looks like I'll be coming home later.
(Missing the cats already thinking about that)...Marsha may or may not make it back home before I do.
The train was fairly empty on the way back, after transferring to Line 1 to cover the last 3 stops before I got out to walk home, there were plenty of seats available.
Guy across from me took out a book, and a pen, and started sneaking furtive glances at me while scribbling.
I was a little unsure what to make of it until I caught a glimpse of the pages in the book...he was making a sketch.
This does not often happen.
So I tried to stay still, all the while knowing that I had only 2 train stops left.
I got up to leave, and the guy showed me the sketch he had made; maybe 1/2 done. Certainly recognizably me, but with a wider face, more jowls, and less hair than I would have liked to see.
I suppose that in this sketch, and as in life, the truth is not necessarily as flattering as I would like it to be.
I hit the gym after heating up left-overs from the weekend.