“Sydney, come over; bring food and ice cream. I just returned today and haven’t been downstairs to check the fridge, so I’m not sure what we have down there.”

“I’m on my way.” I hung up and turned up Elastic Heart, which I’d had on repeat for the last half hour.

Sydney turned up about an hour or so later, but I was caught up in working on the ditty that had popped into my head after reading some of the crap online and didn’t really notice the time. We exchanged ...