The radio produced static to an obnoxious degree behind her. She could turn the station, or off altogether, but NPR was holding her interest and any distraction was needed. Why couldn’t it be easier to escape the thoughts buzzing in her head? Claire was never one to be able to wipe clean the chalkboard in her head. It was constantly aflutter with bullshit of every kind. Often causing her imagination to get carried away. On this day in early October, she contemplated the meal she would make this weekend, and if she would be doing so alone. There was no reason to think it would be singular, Jeff had come over almost every night for the last couple months. Yet this is what she did. Claire liked to the of it was realistic. In reality, it was pessimistic. Tried and true.