I am having a shitty week.

The good news:
I have discovered that even when I am at my very lowest trying not to cry in public, a man in a leather jacket, grooving out to himself as he sings under his breath-
"Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
you had a busy day today..." -can bring a laugh to my lips and lift my spirits.