The week is taking too long and I can tell you exactly why. Tuesday should have been Friday.

I have been checking the freezer door since Monday. Gus points his snout at it. I sit beside it. The message could not be clearer. The frozen bones live in there and Friday lives somewhere else entirely.

Sister called from New York City this morning. She was measuring how loud the traffic gets on different streets. I could hear it through the phone — horns and engines and all the sounds a city makes when it’s being itself. She said the numbers go higher near the bridges.

I have been to the coast but never to a place where the noise has numbers. The idea sits with me like something I should understand but don't quite yet.

Dad is at the desk. The cookie jar situation remains stable. But Thursday feels like it’s stretching itself longer than necessary just to prove a point.

The sun moved across the floor and I moved with it. This is how time passes when you’re waiting for Friday to remember where it put itself.

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