Fairly often, I use the early hours of the morning as a time to spiff up the kitchen. Yesterday, somewhere around 5:30 am, with fans drawing in cool air from outside and dispersing it all around me, I tackled washing and drying a few stray dishes. Naturally, I found myself regularly distracted by remembering where I last placed my coffee cup, chasing two frisky moths that kept flying up at my face, and a dozen lesser things.
At
some point, I lost track of the dish towel I was using. Frowning, because I
couldn't see the towel anywhere, I scoured the kitchen for two or three
minutes. And then, by chance, I glanced down and found the towel draped over my
right shoulder.
The
Dish Towel
—Mitchell Hegman
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