When returning my dad’s rental car late last night, I emptied it of the detritus I had collected, and walked into the office to drop off the keys carrying 8 metal poles, a dish full of dog food, a house plant, and a box of Corn Flakes. And as I walked across the parking lot to Becca’s waiting Subaru, I dropped the box of Corn Flakes and didn’t bother to pick it up.
That is a very vague (and probably puzzling) vignette from my recent reality.
I’m ready for the weekend, and all of the changes that next week will hold. Stay tuned.