1. G changes the lid on the pot and it transforms it from something bland to something fun.
1b. A freshly cut grass verge distracts me as I rush to the bus stop.
1c. A convenient red light stops the bus as I rush to the bus stop.
1d. The bus smells like sesame seeds.
2. After the halfway hump, I change how I count: I’m no longer concerned with how many I’ve done but how many I have to go. (24 by the end of the evening.)
3. Tilda sits in the dip of my lap, looking very small indeed. She stays until my legs are beyond asleep but still, I don’t disturb her.
3b. Kaufman and Strange join her on my knee: the first time in nearly two years that they’ve all sat on me at the same time.
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