The same phrase, fifty times, one day.
Every morning at 5:00 my cat sits on my chest and pushes things off the nightstand. One. Item. At a time. He doesn’t want food. He wants me to know he could.
Four-hour drive to Grandma’s. I kept a tally. "Are we there yet?" 61 times. "I’m hungry" 23 times. "He’s looking at me" 14 times. And once, at hour three, very sweetly: "Are we there yet, but nicely?"
"Just circling back on my follow-up regarding the reminder I sent about the email I mentioned in standup. Looping in your manager for visibility. Have a great weekend!" Sent Friday, 4:58 PM.