Looking at the pictures on my phone of my girl's dog with paint on her tail. The smell of her perfume on the collar of my sweater.
Our receptionist's 7 year old daughter explaining to me that she thinks cats don't like dogs because dogs don't have very good manners.
A voice mail message I didn't notice telling me my new glasses are ready for pick up.
The good night call I'm about to make and being ready for whatever comes.
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