Nora

• Folded laundry into neat piles.

• Had coffee with gab. Sat on her fb marketplace couch and talked about our futures, like always.

• Took visual inventory of overdue library books— almost remembered to return them.

• Noticed that the white noise machine in my office makes a whirring, clicking sound when I’m sitting in a specific spot.

• Wondered if my clients heard it too.

• Heated up leftovers. I “It will taste good when it’s hot, I promise” in response to an involuntary gag.

• One Tree Hill as substitute for lobotomy. 

• Challenged myself to do the 30-minute walk to work without headphones. Failed.

• Talked to mom about upcoming birthday plans. “You know, I had your brother at 26.” Pushed me to freeze my eggs.

• Asked by 4-year-old boss why I don’t own a car or have a garage.

• Ordered take-out sushi. Tax return slay.

• More One Tree Hill. Googled “Peyton and Jake OTH why? Reddit.”

• Client notes. Client notes. Client notes.

• Dug through nightstand for coveted melatonin gummy.

• Rewound, relived, regurgitated—all in a day’s work.

Nora is probably speed-walking with her head down or chasing a toddler around the playground. She wrote a poetry book two years ago about how she would rather sell feet pics than go to grad school. Go buy it so she can pay off her grad school student loans >> https://a.co/d/beL9AbK