Too much.

Just not quite right.

Need just half an inch.

Dishes and coffee. Worried about the things that I probably don’t need to worry about.

I can’t be late. I live too close to be late.

But really, could I live and work in a more beautiful place?

No, no, no, no, no. One more.

I tell him my day has indeed been crazy. Between phone calls and texts with the girls and emails from parents and also trying to think about work.

Living in a time when “negative” elicits a positive response.