Monday

It’s Monday, which is the day of the week that Zoe stays in her closet and works on her special “theorems.” She is also working on a spreadsheet that will allow me to go back in time. When I scoffed at such an idea, Zoe took off her shoes, removed her insoles, sprayed Lysol into each shoe, replaced the insoles, and put the shoes back on her feet. “See?” she said. “Stop second guessing my work.”

At these words, Banzan became enlightened. I, however, went back to my desk and reorganized my pen cup.