<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Documents on Own The Leap</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/tags/documents/</link><description>Recent content in Documents on Own The Leap</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://owntheleap.com/tags/documents/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>What Was in the Box</title><link>https://owntheleap.com/posts/what-was-in-the-box/</link><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://owntheleap.com/posts/what-was-in-the-box/</guid><description>&lt;p>Sunday. Max got back from the lacrosse tournament around noon. He said it went fine in the way that means neither great nor terrible and moved directly to the refrigerator. Doug was mowing. Zoe would be asleep for another hour at minimum. I had approximately no excuse.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>I went to the guest room closet.&lt;/p>
&lt;p>The box was where I said it was, third shelf, under a bin of craft supplies I keep meaning to donate and a garment bag that has been in that closet since 2007 without being opened. I knew this because I had moved those items aside mentally at least a dozen times in the last week, which is a form of preparation I am apparently comfortable with but that does not actually retrieve the document.&lt;/p></description></item></channel></rss>