It was quite the morning. Usually, I have to drive a very long distance to work but today I was taking a train – which is sort of a treat for me. I can let my mind wander and not worry about crashing into anything.
But then I found myself discussing with a total stranger the best way to get to the office, based on the likelihood of getting blown up or not by random violence. When he wondered aloud about the specifics of a particular commute strategy based on whether there were more attacks planned or not, I knew I was not having a normal day.
And any pleasure I derived from the train ride was completely gone.