I Missed the 27th

But it’s called “backdating.” I think.

Two days ago, it was Sunday. All I remember is I taught yoga, it was super cold and that night we watched a movie called “The Station Agent” (because it’s Christmas and all we’ve been doing is watching movies) about a little person who forms an unlikely friendship with two people when he moves to a small New England-y town after his other unlikely friend dies and leaves him some kind of train station building where ends up living even though it’s supposed to a place to sell things like maps and sundries. And we made spaghetti and meat sauce which is always supposed to be “so much better the next day!” according to people who make pasta in batches but I never eat leftovers because I prefer food that’s not left over, but cooked right then and there. I went to bed with the Sunday crossword, which I got pretty far on. I changed my mind the next day about the spaghetti when I got hungry. It wasn’t bad.

Written by Anne Clendening
Anne Clendening was born and raised in L.A. She's a yoga teacher, a writer and occasionally slings cocktails in a Hollywood bar. She could eat chocolate cake for every meal of the day. She has a huge fear of heights and flying. And fire. She wishes she could speak French, play her guitar better and make cannoli. She's probably listening to The Dark Side Of The Moon right now, kickin’ it with her boxer dog and her hot Australian husband ★