I fell asleep in my chair the other day. Not an event that garners much remembrance normally, but this one lingered more than usual. I would say it’s that lingering that occurs after handling garlic for too long. Every time your hands are near your face you’re reminded again of that seemingly inconsequential time you simply cooked dinner. This time, I simply came home from work, sat down in a chair, took off my shoes, and promptly fell asleep. I’ve now lost count of how many times I’ve been told it was a familiar sight. The fiancé and I bought a house and are getting married. I recently turned 29. Not much has directly felt different though. The number may say “almost 30,” but I don’t, or well now, didn’t, feel like “adult” applied much. Maybe I just didn’t want to acknowledge it? The phone in my front right pocket began to vibrate, two quick mechanical pulses, signaling a message of some kind. Pulling the phone out, I saw the time was 4:30pm and realized, much to my disappointment, that I had stayed late at work again. A common theme anymore. Looking up at the ceiling with a dejected, audible, but quiet “sigh” I could feel the stiffness in my neck release slightly, with a couple cracking sounds thrown in. The stains on the ceiling were still apparent, from the recent thunderstorms, and looked to actually be getting worse. Shutting down my computer was always a task that took longer than it should, adding a few more minutes to my already delayed arrival at home. “Traffic is going to be a mess right now,” I thought, as I packed up my things. It was always amazing, infuriatingly so, how different the travel home would be even within a half hour. Leave at 3:30pm, no traffic, but leave at 4:00pm or later? Good luck. And so, I trudged along, enjoying the stop and go traffic, joined together with the other impatient drivers who wanted nothing more than to just be at whatever destination they were headed to