State of Grace

I live in a building inhabited by three post-menopausal women and an adolescent dog. The dog and I have formed a pact in avoiding the snares set by the others to engage us in petty bickering set off by their forgetfulness, minor annoyances, and imagined slights.

With our improved social dexterity, dog person and myself are largely able to witness rather than suffer the periodic volcanic displays of emotion, and can thus focus our attention on preventing floods and fires and other catastrophic mishaps due to the intermittent lapses of the other occupants.

We live in a state of grace.