“You’re going to FORGET.”
“I’m not going to forget.”
“TRACEY. YOU WILL.”
It was Saturday morning and I hadn’t even had my first cup of coffee. But McKenzie was already back from a ten mile run so she was all riled up, reprimanding me on Facebook messenger for breaking my promise in March to continue to publish here and there.
It was now the middle of April. And I’d published nothing.
“You’ve been hanging around Lux too much,” I wrote. “Stop with the all-caps. It’s too early for that.”
She ignored me. “SO MUCH has happened, how are you going to remember it all?”
“I’ve been taking notes.” And with that, I got up from my desk and set about making some coffee.