Friday

today, nothing happened
of note, except a man
in a lorry brought me
bags of coal for my shed;
a man in a small
truck with a hoist
brought me logs -

my husband stacked them
on pallets outside
and filled my shelves

we worked with filing
cabinet and papers,
making sense of our
shared space so I could
move furniture

to space-out my study
for my steps:
it worked

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