I had barely gotten up from my passably hard mattress when I felt my mind clear, my brain go on the alert. So I began a careful reexamination of our cell.
He came from the twenty-third floor down to the lobby on the mezzanine to collect his mail before breakfast, and he believed—he hoped—that he looked passably well: doing all right.
At this stage of the pandemic, I was getting by just fine on a steady rotation of the same four comfy pullovers that looked passably professional on Zoom and kept me warm in my slightly chilly home office.