Morrison and I hope to become parents soon, and so basically everything I see and do and experience feels like a preview of that future life. And so after spending  the morning carefully clipping browned leaves off of my ‘traumatized Dracaena’ (?) and reading about how I probably poisoned it with saline, like how did I even do that, has the Plant been sneaking out to  snort table salt with his friends while we sleep, and do we need to set boundaries for the Plant?, and deciding to only give it BOTTLED water going forward, but like the expensive kind? and Lord does it add up, what with the constant wanting of new Clothes and the saving for College — I can predict that I will be a nervous, loving parent who gives terrible haircuts, then apologizes.