This morning I looked like a zombie.
My mood was as cheerful as the one of somebody who's just risen from the dead and found out her body has been rotting away.
My backpack resembled the one of a sherpa, if not in shape, in weight for sure.
I was feeling sick because of this ear infection I got yesterday and the lack of sleep.
To top it all, it also started raining.
I got to the train station with enough time to get my second shot of caffeine for the day.
The guy at the bar served me this macchiato:
For me? Seriously?
It made me smile.
I still looked like a zombie.
With the passing of the hours, tonight I also feel like one. Yet I smiled once today. I'll thank the barman next time I'm at the train station.