51 degrees. When I switch from nylon stockings to tights, take out the little gloves and consider the real coat. When I defy the Green Gods of Energy and drive with the windows down and the heater on. Because I like it.
This morning as I left for work, I found the coat. But it was all crumpled on a chair in the hallway. How long had it been there?
In the pocket were a lip balm, those cheap lightweight gloves, some loose change and a receipt for lunch on April 8, 2008. Dominick's Cafe. I had a cup of soup, a bag of chips and a small drink.
I obviously forgot to take it to be cleaned last spring.
I took the little gloves and wore a fleece.
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