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Confession: I need a shot of adrenaline in order to leave town. Other people routinely lower thermostats, lock doors, and depart on schedule, but in the fraternity house we call home, I can’t find the thermostat behind last night’s pizza boxes and we’re lucky if our doors are closed. Nobody organizes so much as a toothbrush without a packing list and the packing list can’t get created until the increasing pressure of a departure date triggers an adrenaline boost.
I was a fairly successful cook once upon a time. Now, my occupation as a fiction writer takes me so far out to lunch that it is hard to get all the way home for dinner. Visual aides are helpful. Like yesterday, I was physically present in my kitchen, but mentally lost in space, when a cloud of smoke roiled past the window. I thought, whoa. There’s smoke in our backyard. Hmm, must be a fire. Someone must be having a fire in our backyard. Oh! THE CHICKEN.