It Was in the Other Jacket
The climbing session ended at seven. I was home by seven-forty, which is a good Tuesday. I set my bag down, went to find my transit card to put it back in its designated spot, I h…
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The Part After the Part
Eight-fourteen AM. Done. I have been loosely, quietly building toward this for a while, the one-block run in March, the second block, the third, the full route back in September.…
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I Paid Attention the Second Time
Halfway through the trailer, something clicked. Not a vague sense of familiarity, actual memory. I had seen this. I had sat in almost this exact position, on this exact couch, pro…
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What the Street Does Without You
Somewhere around the third block I stopped pretending I was just out for a walk. The camera was in the bag the whole time, I'd put it there the night before and then left it there…
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The Honey Had Opinions
Forty-five minutes. That's how long it took me to make a soup I have made, conservatively, two dozen times. The delay was not the squash, the squash cooperated beautifully. The de…
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The Particular Quiet of Coming Home
Midnight. Tea already steeping. That's how I know it was actually a good night, not the staying out, but the specific quality of wanting to be back here, in this kitchen, in the p…
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The Update Changed One Thing and It Wasn't the Phone
The notification came through Tuesday evening, new OS, install tonight or be reminded approximately every four hours until you comply. I installed it overnight. By Wednesday morni…
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What August Wrote Down
The budget sheet has been on the kitchen table since August. Not forgotten, I have moved it to make room for other things and moved it back, but un-updated, which is its own kind…
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The Credits Were Still Rolling
Eleven-fifty-eight when the lights went down. We had gotten there early enough to have opinions about which seats were wrong, too close, too far left, the one with the slightly st…
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The Cracker Sleeve Was the Only Decisive Thing
Four-thirty on a Tuesday. We had maybe ninety minutes before we needed to be in the gym changing our shoes, which seemed like enough time to look at one specific page together and…
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