Living.

Picked it up on a whim, the kind of decision that looks purposeful in retrospect. Reading it the slow way — a scene a night, nothing else running at the same time.

The 6am window from a couple months back didn’t survive the summer. Pushed earlier again — before five, before the heat, before Oscar’s up. The only quiet part of the day.

Saturday mornings have a second appointment again. Coffee, whatever match is on, no real allegiance strong enough to admit yet — still auditioning clubs.

Thirteen dollars. Every time someone asks what I’m drinking, I tell them the price first. The face they make is the whole point.

Building back to 5 days a week. Currently at 3. Going out at 6am or not at all — by 8 the humidity makes the decision for you.

Oscar’s current phase: “why” to absolutely everything. Every answer generates a new why. It is exhausting and I am taking notes.