Kelly Curran

THE INTERRUPTED ROUTINE

She was tired. A deep-down tired where everything hurt, and yet she could not tell exactly what hurt and why it hurt. Every morning was the same. Up at 5 a.m., eat, drink her coffee, shower, get dressed, gather her stuff for work, catch the 6:20 a.m. train to go downtown. She would get to work at 7:30 a.m., gather herself and her thoughts, start work at 8 a.m., work until 5 p.m., catch the train home, eat dinner, watch tv, go to bed.