The Tab Closed Itself
May twenty-fifth. I have read the class description four times now. I know this because I counted the browser tabs. It was never more than two open at once, I would close it, come…
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The Coffee Was Still Hot When I Sat Down
May fourteenth. I have now been at this kitchen table long enough that the coffee has gone cold twice. I reheated it the first time. The second time I just accepted it as a condit…
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The Lanyard Was Still On
May third. The shift ended and I sat in the break room for a few extra minutes because the light through the frosted window was doing something I didn't want to interrupt. A warm…
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The Rain Was Doing Something, So We Let It
April twenty-second. The rain couldn't make up its mind, which meant neither could we. We'd meant to do something else, or not meant to, exactly, but there had been a loose plan i…
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The Cat Knew What It Was Doing
April eleventh. We were talking about something I have already forgotten. That's how it goes, you're mid-sentence, the afternoon is warm enough that you've taken your jacket off,…
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The Errand Had Other Plans
March thirty-first. The list had four things on it. I know because I counted them before we left, partly to feel organized and partly because Simone had that look, the one that me…
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The Laundry Was Right There
March twentieth. The plan was straightforward: end of the Wednesday yoga class, walk to the bus, go home, do the laundry that had been sitting in the hamper since Sunday. Simone a…
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The Laugh Did Not Ask Permission
March ninth. The yoga class ran a few minutes long, which meant I was already behind on being tired when Simone said the thing. I don't even know how to describe what she said. It…
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The Country Stack and Other Decisions I Made Without Asking Follow-Up Questions
February twenty-seventh. The bus ride was forty minutes and I had a window seat and the town was quiet in the specific way small towns are quiet on a winter Saturday, not empty, j…
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Soup on the Floor, Usher on the Screen
February sixteenth. The soup was already open, already warming, and I had fully intended to eat it at the table like a person. Then the halftime show started and I sat down on the…
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