Wednesday afternoon. Gmail.
Subject: pizza
Me to Jonathan: Tell me not to go eat the pizza in the kitchenette.
Jonathan to Me: DON’T GO!
Me to Jonathan: But I want it. And nobody’s watching.
Jonathan to Me: BUT I’M WATCHING.
Me to Jonathan: Okay. FINE. I’m going home. I had a bad day.
Jonathan to Me: I did too. Let’s pout!
Thank you, Jon.
“Sometimes you need someone to tell you that it’s okay . . . that you messed up—even if you’ve done it before . . . someone to shake you out of your weariness.”—on Snow Day
Thank you, too, Lisa Loeb.
