Thursday, June 6, 2013

Chatty. Sorry.

Katie lies on the bed after work, absently swiping at her iPad, making her Sims enact their miniature, mildly pixelated antics. Our bedroom is cool and softly lit.

I come in and flop on the bed, already saying, "So I read this article today," (which is how I begin most of my conversations post-work), and I launch into the pros and cons of the latest thinking on bodysurfing, or writing, or kava, or maybe it was this movie we wanted to see, or there's this bar that we should hit, or the office gossip, or this recipe we should try....

"Man, have you had nobody to talk to today?" Katie asks.

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