1. My neurologist, Dr. Luciano.  These check-ups are boring as hell (“walk across the room for me”, “touch your nose for me,” as if, if I had trouble walking across a 10×5 exam room it wouldn’t have been noticed until the check-up) but, God, was he a welcome face after my seizure. 
2. The nursing assistant who took my vitals (205, 73″, 128/72).
3. The obese woman using a cane to get in the Access-a-Ride.  I am healthy.
4. The guy in the Jivamuktea Cafe kitchen who prepared my open-faced avocado and tomato sandwich.
5. Michael, who followed up with me this afternoon about some possible work.

Many thanks,

Me