The other day I got in my minivan to go to work. It was still dark out, as most mornings are this time of year. I took stock of my surroundings.
A fine haze of dust covers the dashboard. You can tell I have a ginger-colored dog because her hairs are all over. There are crumbs, gravel, and bits of decayed leaf ground into the black carpet. Dirty napkins, empty granola bar wrappers, and old cups litter the floors. Car duty was once my husband’s job. Since he’s gone, I can’t quite seem to find the time to do it.