The Fridge Did Not Need My Keys
It was the end of a long shift and my brain had clearly punched out about forty minutes before my body did. I was at the break room counter, coat on, bag on shoulder, ready, and I…
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Rigid Hedgehog, Four Hours, No Notes
The text went out at around eight-fifteen. I was trying to ask Simone something about the weaving class, specifically whether she knew if the third session used a different warp s…
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Fourteen Bags, Three Flights, One Complaint (From My Arms)
My neighbor knocked around ten in the morning with that specific look people have when they've just arrived from a large grocery run and immediately regretted their optimism. Four…
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First Try, No Witnesses Except the Pothos
The container was the last one in the cabinet and I was fully prepared for the lid to be the wrong lid, the lid from a different container that lives in a drawer somewhere and has…
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The Index Cards Were Color-Coded. I Brought Chips.
There was a quiz. A real one, the kind with a sheet, a deadline, a posted date that I had been aware of for three weeks and had been treating as someone else's problem until forty…
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The Verdict Was In Before I Finished Getting Ready
The earrings were not a plan. I put them on the way you do something without deciding to, grabbed them off the bathroom shelf because they were there, because it was a Tuesday and…
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Unexpected Item
The machine said it four times. Unexpected item in the bagging area. The item, each time, was my hand. Not a bag, not a watermelon, not something ambiguous, my hand, which I was u…
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Gerald Jr. Brought a Bottle Cap
Three weeks running, there has been a crow on the window ledge of the bouldering gym. Not every session, but often enough that Simone and I have started checking before we warm up…
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September Followed Through
The temperature dropped sometime between Tuesday climbing and Wednesday yoga and I did not notice until I was already outside this morning with a scarf I'd grabbed mostly out of h…
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An Hour I Didn't Plan For
I called Carol to check in. That was the plan: a check-in, maybe fifteen minutes, the kind of call that gets made on a Wednesday evening when the week has been unremarkable and yo…
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