It was weird timing.
For months and months, my girlfriend hadn’t realized much of anything, much less had an epiphany. Her days consisted, as they still do, of making plans and mostly keeping them. But odd things have happened along the way, unscheduled things.
She used to read novels; now she reads Yahoo! articles on cutting 100 calories a day. Driving, or any time she is alone, it is no longer the immortal ideas of Chaucer that preoccupy her but an “escalating wrinkle” she sees between her eyebrows.