Especially on the weekends.
The thought lasts the tiniest fraction of a second, not long enough to form a complete sentence in my head (as if I think in complete sentences):
Oh, I need to call Grammie.
Except of course, she's been dead for over a month, so, of course, I can't.
Tomorrow is her birthday.
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