Today crackles with possibility, with productivity.  I have increased my working out and decreased my pigging out.  It’s sunny and warm but not hot – perfect weather for bicycling.  I have things I need to do and things I want to do.  I am doing them.  I am making my breakfast.  I am listening to Gillian Welch.  Sad and lovely, she is.

Yesterday I met a girl who will be a new friend.  She shares a name with an old friend.  I liked her immediately.

The guy who lives across the hall is moving out and I will not miss him.  For a second I hoped that maybe some interesting girl will move in and we will sit on the shared back porch and sip cold cocktails as summer days wane beyond the courtyard, but I am unconvinced that such perfection ever happens.