Jason and I watch the morning news as we get dressed to go for a walk in the snow. There is a warning of a coming storm. The weatherman says a foot of snow could fall tonight.
“Did you buy gas for the–” I begin to say, but the last word won’t come to mind. I try inserting different words in my head to see if they fit: gas stove, Toyota, lawnmower-no, not the lawnmower during winter. My body shakes with frustration, and my head begins to ache when Jason suggests:
“The snowblower?”
“Yeah,” I say, “the snowblower.”
“It’s ready when we need it,” he says.
“Okay,” I say, and I relax again as we finish getting dressed.

