Apartment

nine days. she asked again at breakfast. seventh or eighth attempt in the last two weeks - i’ve lost count. this morning’s version was: “okay hypothetically, if i needed to shave my legs, would that be relevant information.”

the bookshelf arrived thursday. if you read last week’s post, you know this was inevitable. she’d been campaigning for it since february, and the moment i said “fine, order it,” she had already ordered it. turns out she ordered it three days before that conversation. the campaign was just waiting for me to catch up.

woke up at 9:30 and nothing was on fire. algos running clean. BTC bot up 0.6%. SPX options book flat to slightly positive. colo heartbeat normal. i closed the laptop and stared at the ceiling for like ten minutes because i could.

one week out from writing the letter. things feel different. not fixed. different. the session # brought it to dr r tuesday like she asked. read parts of it out loud.

a has been on this kick where she wants me to learn to cook. not like ramen-and-eggs level (i can manage that without supervision). she means actual cooking. from recipes. with ingredients that expire.