Sunday

Went to the supermarket this morning, while it was still relatively early, to see if there was any meat left on the shelves for the boys.

"Thank you for being here," I said to the elderly lady at the register.

"Thank you for having me," she answered. "I'm on social security and I need the hours."

We know something is happening to us, but only dimly. It's at the outer edge of our awareness.