highs: my usually non-verbal client with autism asking me "what's wrong, sweetie?" when I sighed deeply.
Keeping the full attention of the same client as I sang to her on our car ride.
A sweet little nun in a wheelchair at the convent asking me if I needed help carrying the box in my arms.
Lows: everything else at work.
A headache.
Crappy service getting the Chinese food we had for dinner. I would have caused a scene if I had been there alone.
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