The Train in Winter
In my other life I am a chef. That means working late on Saturday night, no matter that I had a 6.30 AM train to catch in the morning. Still, I managed to get out of the restaurant by midnight and caught the subway home with the late night party people and other tired service workers. A few hours sleep, once the adrenaline of the service had died down in my veins, and then I was dragging myself out of bed with not as much sleep as I would like, but enough to survive.
I stumbled down to the
