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December 23, 2007
The alarm clock went off when it felt like it, therewith marking the time to turn back.

The shower water shimmied between slightly cool uncomfortable and its opposite, and that was the time to turn back.

And the toast?
The toast, counter to culinary physics, was stale even though it was, well, toast. Is this, I asked, the time to turn back?

At the corner a bus arrived. People were hanging out the windows. The driver spoke Spanish this was the time to turn back.

I waited for the next bus. Then I realized that I could really turn back.