Here’s how ingrained some things become in your head from time to time: Despite now living in our own house for two years (to the day, in fact), the following happened to me recently: I was gathering a pile of clothes for laundry and just for a fleeting moment, I panicked and said to myself “shit – I have no quarters.” It was just for a split second, really, but it kind of made me smile. For the last 14 of 16 years, laundry day consisted of me scrambling for quarters and this was the first time that quarter-panic hit me in the two years I haven’t had to worry about it.

If this little story isn’t a sign that I have writer’s block right now, I don’t know what is.