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Jett Superior laid this on you on || February 24, 2010 || 1:53 am

from one day to the next

The day before yesterday I made cheese toast and a boiled egg for breakfast.

The day before yesterday I did not make a mental list of all the ways I am put-upon.

Yesterday I grabbed some soup and an eggroll for lunch.

Yesterday, also, I made a list of all the places I have to be by Sunday at four o’clock and briefly sketched into my Notebook (yes, that one) the outlay of coin that all my ThursdayFridaySaturday endeavors demand.

A little while ago, in the early today, I held my sobbing daughter.

In the later of today, I will be adjusting the budget of yesterday to include flowers.

“Yeah, I’d like to send something,” Scout told me, blotchy-faced and spent, “but I can’t go to another funeral. I’m not equipped for all the dying that’s happened in the last two years.”

Meg was going to be a young bride late next year. Scout was going to be her bridesmaid, slightly dubious but eager to lend the hand in planning that Meg had requested.

How is it that the words I love so are forever circling the wagons in a clinch?

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  1. Jason 3.1.2010

    I don’t know that such words exist. If they do, send ‘em my way.

     

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