So dark. No bullfrog. Perhaps they’ve moved on.

Day two, trying to keep the rituals going.

How is it already September?

Leftover salmon over some wilted salad greens and some butter. Hot coffee. No one bothering me yet. Just pen and paper.

This is the kind of work that excites me. Yes, more of this please.

I shouldn’t mind the slower pace.

I can’t remember the last time I sat and read for pleasure. I miss that. Can I sneak away to the hammock?

I can’t do these lines. Will need to renegotiate the grocery budget and get back to delivery. All these people.

Frozen pizza is really top notch when you’re this hungry.

I feel the urge to run, though it’s been so long since I’ve moved in that way. Something about these long strides and the beat of the music and the incline of the hill. 22 flights during that 20-minute walk.

I belong here.