Working tonight on a donation inventory for the anti-hunger project. My hands don’t work so it’s all chicken scratch. My hip hated the hours of opening boxes and frenzied jotting. For hours, I categorized and counted everything one group of my co-workers donated for a family consisting of four children and one woman. The generosity was unbelievable, not to mention the wild imagination. Finding four tiny samples of my father’s obscure, expensive, favorite French soap, I burst into tears. My faith in humanity is fucking restored.

Wishing I had my own union elves.