Live.

I am dissatisfied with all of my verbs for today. None of them, in themselves, are very good stories. I could talk about walking in the morning light to get coffee while I waited for my carpool. I could talk about walking in the moonlight so that Cheddar could sniff around and mark his territory up and down the street. I could talk about grocery shopping and how I picked up yogurt and pears. I could talk about doing the dishes, broiling a hot dog, picking up the last bit of mess from my room, and brushing my teeth.

But these are not verbs that make a good story. They just make for a decently productive Monday that I lived nonchalantly, as some days ask to be lived.