“Could you just circle around, please? I’ve got to wait on these other people.” Time was short when I pulled up to the pharmacy; I knew that. There were just ten minutes before the posted lunch break. I’m not sure what it was about her request that broke me. Maybe it was the music—it always seems to be the music. Thoughts of mortality are strong lately. My therapist says it’s not just me feeling the angst—-the displacement. We’re aging. We’re changing. Things are happening. W

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