one little girl

As I was zooming back from Fremont at the end of my lunch break, a little brown-haired girl of about seven smiled and waved at me. I smiled and waved back, then kept smiling all the way to work. My assumption is that she thought I was someone else, but it was very cheering to have a cute little person smile at me nonetheless.

(And it's a good thing she did, because I came back to find that we're having a network outage. Heh.)

In other news, I appear to have a menstrual cycle. Like, that happens on a regular basis and stuff. Saying this will jinx it, I'm sure, but it's been a nice novelty. I have newfound understanding of how people know when they're ovulating. Whee.