Scene: an upstairs bedroom, early morning light filtering in through a single window and falling on a figure in the bed; a small chair beneath the window serves as a bedside table. A phone is the only item on the chair. [The phone’s alarm goes off. It’s 5:30 am and the room is filled with…
Happy Thursday, darlings. It’s a gray day at Chez Crystal. We had some thunder overnight. I have vague memories of moving my phone off of the bedside table that’s under the bedroom window because it was getting wet, and moving it back later because I was convinced I wouldn’t hear the alarm if it stayed…
Ah, Friday. Any other week and I’d be proclaiming my love of the day and my anticipation of the oncoming weekend, but today? No. There is no weekend. Friday is dead to me. We’re still trying to work on the logistics of getting the car fixed. I’m working both weekend days, he’s working on Saturday.…