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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The Jar Had Opinions
July twenty-eighth. Three weeks ago I started a sourdough starter. I want to be precise about the sequence: I did not decide to bake sourdough bread and then research how starters…
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The Back Room Had a Chair in It
July seventeenth. There was a bookshop. I had walked past it a few times in the fall when I was doing the east-side route, the kind of place where you can only see a sliver throug…
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The Honey Has Already Been Decided
July sixth. I want to tell you about the farmers market, not the one by the rec center, which I have walked past approximately one hundred times, but the Saturday one in the east-…
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The Walk Home Was the Interesting Part
June twenty-fifth. There was a date. I went on it. It was, by any reasonable measure, a perfectly fine evening, good restaurant, easy conversation, no uncomfortable silences or mo…
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