A Day in the Life
I remember a distinct moment in my junior year of college. I was in my apartment, chatting with my roommate, Ines. We were trying to make a plan to hang out, because despite living together, we barely saw each other each day.
“What about lunch tomorrow?” she asked.
“Can’t. I’ve got a drum lesson at 12:30.”
“Well, what about dinner Thursday night?”
“I’ve got newspaper editing all afternoon and evening.”
“Friday afternoon?”