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We Have Pork Chops Two or Three Nights a Week
Jana has told me, more than once, that she cannot eat pork chops and salmon anymore. I've heard her every time. Then I go to the grocery store and buy pork chops. Not because I don't care what she thinks. Because I'm tired, and it's easy, and the list is the list.
Ten Hours at a Desk, and Where the Joy Actually Showed Up
My payoff comes at the end of the day, silently, in a journal, in a currency she can't spend. She doesn't get any of it in real time. What she gets in real time is a guy at a desk with his head down who isn't laughing. I got paid. She watched me not get paid.