(I got an omelette. I didn't realize that at least this particular omelette comes with Hollandaise sauce. I don't like Hollandaise sauce, and found the entreé unappetizing, finishing just my hash browns. I feel guilty for not cleaning my plate.)
And before that, while heading from the place where I did the errand to the restaurant, in other words while I was in transit, I scanned my TriMet card at a MAX station and got declined. Turns out I'd used my last $2.50 on it last Wednesday, when I rode the bus home from watching World Cup football at Beulahland. Luckily I wasn't boarding right then and had time to buy a ticket to get home, but it was another road block in the running of my day.
It hit me while I was on the bus: I can, can, mind you, feel like this when I'm about to get sick. Low and uncertain appetite, crankiness, moodiness (as expressed by thinking of the more melancholy lyrics to Hamilton): these could be signs. I'm hoping that's not the case, and also luckily I can take it easy today. I hope I'm well.