At any moment he could receive notice the interview committee was ready for him, and he would need to be prepared. While having his every-other-Saturday haircut, he had come up with an idea to meet Clyde’s challenge. An idea that made his stomach tumble topsy-turvy when he thought of actually going through with it. Weekends with Georgia had been stressful, but he put up with her notions to keep the peace. He most resented their lack of routine; the pressure to find “wacky, exotic activities” to keep her happy was exhausting. Having his control back was the one good thing about her absence. Now that she’d left, he was free to follow a weekend schedule that almost rivaled his weekdays. He wrote all chores, categorized either “weekly,” or “monthly,” on a white board on his fridge, then referred to the day’s list before heading out. Following a route he’d mapped out to most efficiently cover the neighborhood, Harold kept his steps to a minimum. Once a month he rode the bus to a large supermarket for items not carried in the corner market.
