It happened. I lost my Enter key. For months, it hung on by a teensy hinge that, multiple times a day, I had to force back into place. No longer will it hang on for dear life—now it soars into the unknown. Where it once snuggled is a bright opening, like a robotic eye keeping watch while I type, and honestly, it’s a tad creepy.
Let’s talk about all the things I’d rather do than write. Play guitar. I say that, but that’s not even true. When I’m comfy in bed, I’m into doing very little—like covering my ears with headphones and listening to a Buddhist talk or a Spanish podcast. Do you like headphones? I have earbud ones, but I prefer my poofy Sony earmuff kind. I like how they take care of my ears—encasing them in a cocoon without any direct pressure. Even the spongy pillows that surround my ears rest gently, like they’re hoping I’ll tell them a bedtime story.
Sorry for the break—TikTok’s algorithm just served me a video of a casserole with a golden crust that gets flipped upside down, letting its pizza innards splay out over the top. It looked so delectable that I thumbed through the user’s recipes and found someone who made a healthier version—in these adorable 16-ounce ramekins. Not having anything similar, and knowing I could find a hundred uses for them, I had to add them to my Amazon order from earlier (the one with free shipping, obviously).
We’re not Amazon members, so we try to bulk-buy what we need every month or two. Today’s order arrived: four jugs—each containing 128 ounces—of mayonnaise. That poor Amazon driver lugged the disheveled box up our six front steps like a champ, then handed it over to me like we were in a heavyweight competition. Which reminds me, they’re unboxed but still sitting in the middle of the entryway. Somebody should move them.
But not me.
Okay. I wrote. And now I’m done writing.
See ya!
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 