Two Weeks Is Not a Lot of Weeks
The table has reached a state that I can only describe as committed. That's the kitchen, which normally holds the cord and Gerald and the shelf with the collapsed bowl and whateve…
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The Pause Was the Thing
Three episodes in and I hit pause not because anything was wrong but because something was exactly right. That specific moment where a show does something so precise, a look, a ha…
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What the Last Hour Costs
The thing about supervisor shifts in October is that they end later than your body expects them to. Not dramatically later, twenty minutes, half an hour, but your feet have alread…
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The Ceiling Had Other Plans
Mid-sentence. That's when it happened. We were in the stairwell, I was heading toward the Wednesday yoga bulletin board to check the November schedule, Simone was wrapping up a Tu…
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Simone Was Right (On the Record)
The episode ended and neither of us said anything for about thirty seconds. That particular silence, the one where everyone is deciding what they actually think before the other p…
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The Particular Feeling of a Finish
January was the registration. I remember it being a four-minute decision, browser tab, payment page, tab closed. The kind of decision that doesn't announce itself as significant,…
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Night One, Which Is Its Own Thing
The class was at seven. I'd registered about ten days ago, one of those decisions where the tab closed before I'd consciously made it, the same way the outdoor skills workshop tab…
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The Turtleneck Was a Choice I Made
It was sixty-two degrees. I did not know this when I got dressed. I knew it was October, I knew it had been cold earlier in the week, and I made what I believed was a reasonable c…
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One Item, Technically
Needed cold medicine. The specific kind, the one that actually works on the particular kind of congestion I get in October when the temperature drops twelve degrees overnight and…
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About to Go
Eight forty-five and we were already 'about to leave.' That was forty minutes ago. Simone had texted at eight saying she'd be at the corner in ten, which she was, and then we walk…
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