Smells Like Monday - Paperback

Not much happens in these pages. A faucet drips. A fan ticks. Someone forgets what they walked into the room for. But look again. There's poetry in the laundry cycle. Suspense in the way toast burns. Comedy in the same streetlight flickering every night for a decade. These essays are for the ones who still keep a junk drawer. Who've watched toast pop up a thousand times and still flinch. They're for anyone who's ever found a note in their own handwriting and not recognized the person who wrote it. It's not a book about change. It's about what stays. And what fades so slowly you almost miss it. These pages sniff around soft chairs, cracked plates, and dusty rituals. They're equal parts grit and grace. Nostalgia with calluses. Memory foam and muddy boots. Routine isn't boring. It's where all the ghosts live.