Shama Stock

writes from Canon City, Colorado.

Delivery Day

The 6:00 a.m. alarm rattled me out of my drowsiness. I wanted to snooze, but this Friday would be a busy one, so I slipped out of bed and into my cozy slippers with the day’s agenda swirling in my head. On my list was my husband’s reminder that the UPS man would be delivering a package that required a signature.

After early-morning errands and meetings, I pulled into the garage at 9:45 a.m., assured that the UPS truck didn’t usually come until after lunch. Now I could get busy with the piles of things looming on my to-do list: vacuuming, laundry, cleaning, and paperwork. I plunged into my chores with fierce determination to have a clean and …

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