8th Floor

He stepped into the elevator, pressed “8” and waited. Before the doors closed, an older woman stepped in, looked at the buttons, and pressed nothing. A moment later, they came to floor 8. She turned to him and asked, “Is that you?” He responded affirmatively and stepped out. She stayed in, presumably to ride for the rest of the day.

Thursday morning

She woke up decorating. And then we suddenly had a new home with a yard and the space for her to decorate. So goes the day.