The Seven O'Clock Rink
November fifteenth. Simone said 'the ice rink opens at seven' and I said yes before she finished the sentence. That was the whole decision. We were still in our work clothes, I ha…
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The Transfer Completed Successfully
November fourth. The phone told me the migration was complete and I just sat there. Both phones on the table. The new one lit up and bright. The old one doing whatever old phones…
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The Book I Did Not Plan to Love
October twenty-fourth. I picked it up because the cover had a mushroom on it and it was three dollars at the community center book swap, which is not a principled reason to choose…
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The Distance That Finished Itself
October thirteenth. The route is four-point-something miles. I stopped measuring it precisely sometime in 2009 because the precision was getting in the way of the point, and I nev…
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What the Mug Said Without the Sugar
October second. The experiment started because I ran out of oat milk on a Tuesday and instead of going out I just, didn't. Poured the coffee into the mug, stood at the counter, an…
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The Part Where No One Checked the Time
September twenty-first. I've been meaning to write about Simone's birthday for a week now, which means the lag is working exactly as advertised. Here is what I remember in order:…
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The Bundle Had No Opinion and That Was the Information
September tenth. I bought the bundle. That is the complete action: I walked past the shop, the door was open, the dried arrangement in the window was the same one I've been not-bu…
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Eleven Minutes for Two Earrings
August thirtieth. I want to be clear that I had a plan this morning. The plan was: get up, make coffee, get dressed without incident, leave the apartment in a normal amount of tim…
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The Receipt Was Right the First Time
August nineteenth. I checked it twice because I didn't believe it the first time. That's the honest start of this. I went to the grocery store yesterday with a number in my head,…
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The Cilantro People Were Right About Everything
August eighth. Thursday afternoon at the laundromat, which is not where I expected to learn something, but that is the nature of Thursdays. I was waiting for the second rinse cycl…
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