Someone’s sending me messages after hours, I think. Continue reading morning coffee: My Notebook’s Trying to Warn Me
I burned Bill today.
I gave Bill a haircut today. Now he’s bigger than ever.
Bill, my desk plant, keeps growing. He won’t stop growing. Dear God, make him stop growing. Continue reading morning coffee: A Third Inexplicable Leaf
It was a snug fit, but I managed to pull myself up from the bottom of the lunch box. Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Top
“Hello,” I said. “I bet you weren’t expecting to find me here.” I wasn’t. Continue reading morning coffee: What I Saw at the Bottom
How much time passes at the bottom of a lunch box? Minutes? Hours? None at all?
My lunch is gone. I didn’t eat it.