Wednesday. Worked, barely. Left house only to go to gym and sweat like cold glass of beer on hot day, and to return new boots that did not fit. Felt itchy and achy and poor. Discovered neighbors are capable of laughing like screeching hyenas for more than hour on end without stopping. Wondered: Neighbors nitrous oxide addicts? Felt hard done by. Fie on world.

Thursday. Wore this:

…to make this:

Still dubious, but willing to give world a chance. Maybe.

Friday: Ate leftover bread. Took two small, positive work-related steps. Prepared picnic food to eat while watching people try to fly.

Ran out of articles.