People keep telling me I should feel victorious. My daughter called me last week and said I should be proud of myself for standing up to them. They say I got justice. But mostly, I just feel tired.

I drove to the Kroger this morning, bought some turkey breast and a loaf of bread, and came home to make a sandwich.

You win, and then it’s just a Tuesday again. The house is completely quiet, and the winter salt is still eating away at the front steps.