Leaf - Central Park West between 73rd and 74th
Crooked and veined as an arthritic hand, a last-winter's leaf claws against the encroaching spring.
That leaf was the single object I intended to write about, but then the lasagna pan growled and tried to bite me when I went to get a glass of water. So...
Dirty Lasagna Pan - my kitchen sink
Scabbed and crusted with tomatoes and baked-on cheese, the lasagna pan sits in the sink. Three days ago it would have been easy enough to clean with a dash of Dawn and swipe of the sponge. Three days ago, I had things far more interesting to do than dishes.
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