There’s too much ice and not enough snow, so I decided to join the gym at Micaela’s employer. Curiously, it overlooks our house. I can lean forward right now and make out the vague shape of a treadmiller in the topmost window in the distance. Someday this might come in handy, somehow.
The guy in charge of issuing ID cards and parking passes is a bit of a legendary character: good-natured but befuddled, difficult to locate and unable to type. I can vouch for all of these traits. He was excited that my name was “easy to spell”. Alas, it was downhill from there. I especially like the comma, which transcends the ordinary typographical error. I just hope it lets me in.
Jack Silbert, curator