summer

I'm reading about a time when I was lost and my heart was weighed down in my chest, and after a conversation on Tuesday and a conversation on Wednesday about what has changed and what has gone missing in these years since, I come to the conclusion that despite the yawning maw of liminality that is my current life, I am infinitely wealthier than I have ever been.

I want to mention this now only because I think I am at the end of my streak (I just get the sense): I have gone 52 days in a row measuring at least 10,000 steps a day on my birthday pedometer.
I am heavier than I should be, and my legs are very strong.

I'm turning brown and making checklists and proving my prowess and having technical difficulties that find me sitting in my chair at work with nothing but humid, fidgety time.

There was a fierce storm yesterday evening and I was sheltered from the side in an apartment on the far side of town, and we watched the gusts and the lightning from the front door. Everything was tilted and dark blue gray.