The woman who runs my gym has taken a liking to me. It happens at gyms. I got my nickname from my gym in San Diego. I knew she lived in the Palisades. I saw her for the first time since the fires this morning. I just opened my mount to say “I’m sorry” not knowing just suspecting she lost her home.

She interrupted me with “I don’t wanna talk about it.” Obviously holding back tears. 

Heartbreaking. Sad. Traumatic. Devastating.