Before the shift

The kettle goes on before the light is properly up. From the kitchen the ocean is a grey line, not a mood board. I stir a little Himalayan shilajit into warm water and leave the sea moss to soften in a glass. Neither of these is a personality. They sit where the tea sits.

Then the day starts for real. A pharmacy floor does not care about a morning ritual. Scripts, stock, the queue, the questions people actually came in with. I am a pharmacy assistant. That is the work. Living good, if I am going to use the phrase at all, has to survive that floor.

I do not turn the shift into stories about other people’s medicines. I do not turn my own glass into a result. Some mornings I finish it. Some mornings I don’t. The record is allowed to be that small.

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