For the days your mind runs the numbers — on time, on worth, on what you can give — and always seems to come up short.

Yellow to blue-green, a calm sheen. It sounds like a page turning and tastes faintly of mint.

Anxious accounting always finds a shortfall; that's what it's for. It changes no totals — it lets the count settle on what's actually here, which is often more than the running tally admits.