lost and found

Last Tuesday, I dropped my son off at school, crawled back into bed to nurse a minor headache, and, once the pain was dull enough that my jittery brain could justify getting a move on, vowed to have both a leisurely and a productive day. I biked uphill (just because you can’t observe the increasing grade with the naked eye, doesn’t mean it’s not there people) to what my husband and I refer to as “The Aspirational Grocery Store,” in a shopping district that is also aspirational, if you are aspiring to be rich, liberal, White, and mostly over 65, and got myself a decaf mocha (leisure!). I sauntered down to the bookstore (leisure!) to pick up some books for my friend and her kiddos, who were stricken down by the ‘rona, as well as a book (

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