The Aftermath

The past several days of couch-potato-ing and day-drinking has taken its toll on the apartment. Our communal chalkboard reflects the problem:

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The sink is inaccessible beneath Mt. Dishes and we’ve had to resort to using to-go chopsticks as literally all of our utensils are dirty and running the dishwasher will mean first conquering the sink. Yikes.

Past the kitchen, the trash and recycling bins are overflowing and the living room floor is invisible beneath a layer of socks, solo cups, and to-go boxes.

Personally, my laundry hamper is approaching critical mass and I’m nearing the last day of clean bras.

Any sane family would devote today to a deep clean. As for us..? Well, we might.

If you don’t hear from us soon, send help because it’s likely we’ve vanished beneath the kitchen debris.

xo

-Claire

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Shanah Tovah

Happy New Year!

Rosh Hashanah is the one time of the year I go to synagogue. I can say a grand total of 10 words in Hebrew, but I do love that most Jewish holidays revolve around food. I slept through services this morning, but the apartment is celebrating today appropriately with apples and honey.

I can’t wait for the apartment’s inaugural Chanukah latkes and Passover seder; two more holidays I observe for the sake of delicious traditional food.

But today our celebrating isn’t extending beyond the couch and Thai delivery from 2 blocks away. Or in Hazel’s case, taking shots by 3pm. The appropriate way to ring in the new year for a couple of raging atheists.

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l’shanah tovah,

Claire