I drive to the mall to return the slippers I bought for my mom. Wrong size, wrong style, too expensive. She turns 72 tomorrow and should have the pair she wants, even if they arrive a little after her birthday. On the country station a Fox news broadcast has a soundbite of a Republican Senator calling the impeachment testimony “a matter of hearsay.” On the NPR station live coverage of the trial features a Democratic Senator quoting Alexander Hamilton. In the food court of the mall a man in an orange shirt and cheap sunglasses calls a hello to me and I bounce it back. It’s a strange time of day to be alone, running errands, nothing to do but fix my mistakes.