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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The Tab That Closed While I Wasn't Looking
February second. The cooking class ran six weeks. I went once. That was October, and I wrote eleven days after the fact about the pasta water, what it actually meant, why it had s…
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The Sheet Had an Answer
September first. I had a question about something, a small thing, not a crisis, not a turning point, just a number I needed to check against another number before I could feel set…
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The Tab Closed Itself
May twenty-fifth. I have read the class description four times now. I know this because I counted the browser tabs. It was never more than two open at once, I would close it, come…
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The Coffee Was Still Hot When I Sat Down
May fourteenth. I have now been at this kitchen table long enough that the coffee has gone cold twice. I reheated it the first time. The second time I just accepted it as a condit…
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Simone Was Right (She Usually Is)
July second. The argument started somewhere around four in the afternoon and did not technically end, because Simone left for a prior thing and I stayed on my side of the table wi…
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The Shape of the Absence
February twenty-fifth. Tuesday night. I came home from climbing, made tea I didn't finish, and sat at the kitchen table for longer than was strictly necessary. Not sad, exactly. T…
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The Long Way Around a Short Answer
January twenty-ninth. It started as a yes or no question. Simone had texted about the Wednesday community center schedule, something about whether the spring session overlapped wi…
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The Productivity Defense
July twenty-sixth. Here is my case: we had the notebooks out. Simone had highlighters, plural, organized by some system I did not ask about. I had coffee and a legal pad with thre…
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The Mug Was Hot When I Made It
October third. The notes have been on the table since six. It is now, I just checked, almost nine-thirty, and I have made real, measurable progress on approximately one and a half…
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The Part Where Nobody Goes Home Yet
October seventh. We both had the same kind of day, not bad, exactly, just the kind where you spend seven hours doing something that required your whole body and your whole face an…
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