The Last Ordinary Tuesday

The mug was still in the cabinet. I'd moved it twice, once to the back of the shelf, once to a box in the garage. Both times I brought it back. It was ridiculous. An oversized ceramic mug from a bed and breakfast in Maine she'd liked so much that she asked the woman at the front desk if she could buy it. The woman said just take it. She carried it home wrapped in a sweater in her suitcase and used…