The apartment still needed ordinary work.

A curtain hem was loose.

There were forms to file, laundry to fold, and a grocery list with too many items for one trip.

I made a short list for tomorrow rather than trying to complete everything because the house was finally quiet.

I found one of my daughter’s socks beneath the table while moving the box.

I had been looking for it all morning.

It was so small that it had caught inside a fold of paper, and I laughed when I finally shook it free.