It was still dark at seven this morning. I had just pressed our coffee.
"The days are sure getting longer," I called to my wife in the dining room.
"You mean shorter," she said. "The nights are getting longer."
"Right," I said, "whatever. One of those comparative words."
My wife harumphed.
"I knew it was a comparative word," I said. "I can still remember word classifications."
My brain wheels whirred some more. "As long as I can remember word classifications, I'll be all right."
Whir.
"When I can't remember word classifications, then I'll be in trouble."
"Really in trouble," my wife adjusted.
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