At around 1:00 AM, when I'm just starting to tidy up in the kitchen, a small, despairing cry from the front of the house has me running down the hall to the dining room where I find Katie standing next to a table full of new pieces to sell tomorrow, calmly putting a lamp up on a bookcase.
When I ask her if everything's okay, she looks down with an exhausted expression that someone who didn't know her would think was her feeling pissed off.
"I'm fine," she says. "I just almost knocked the lamp over."
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One year ago: Peeing Into the Void
Two years ago: Letting Go
Three years ago: Emotional Head-up Display
Four years ago: Gotta Start Shopping a Little Earlier
Seven years ago: Did You Forget?
Ten years ago: “Squaaaare eyes. Turn the oth-eh way. I don’ wanna see. Ya criy-y-y."
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