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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The Bookcase Had Other Plans
February fifth. The text came in Thursday evening: 'Saturday free? I need another set of arms.' I said yes before I read the second part, which was 'bookcase, second floor, no ele…
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The Bike Did Not Care About My Feelings
January twenty-fifth. The class was forty-five minutes. I know this because I counted. Not the rotations, not the intervals, just the minutes, in the way you count minutes when yo…
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He Had No Agenda
January fourteenth. A pigeon landed on my windowsill this morning and did not leave for eleven minutes. I know it was eleven because I was watching the clock on the stove, not bec…
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The Spreadsheet Was Real
January third. The gym is still closed, which means Tuesday had to go somewhere else, and it went to the café two blocks from the community center, the one with the corner table t…
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