Ten.Nine Hundred & Four
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The day before.
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The crack of the can. To do: drink water, drink coffee, get cranberry sauce and brussels sprouts, and butter. Clean. Figure out how to wrap the pajamas without the children seeing me.
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Cold and dark and I am missing them.
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I send them an email letting them know I am available and able to help. I pour a large cup of coffee and sit down again.
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Drop biscuits. This batch much lighter but crispier on the outside. Break open for steam. Push softened butter into its pillowy insides.
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When you miss a call from your Vice President and then you call her back and she tells you that your voicemail isn’t set up on your cell phone.
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Chocolate cake, salted caramel icing, coffee cake, cabbage gratin.
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”Though in fact she would go home and march back and forth, letting out whimpers or curses as she recalled some perceived glitch or fluster or, worse still, a mispronunciation.” - from “Silence” by Alice Munro
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He tells his sister that these are the best cookies she’s ever made. Ever. How sweet.
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Is it time for champagne yet?