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Layer Cake on the screen, Word open to a new chapter in my writing project on the computer, half a pint of chocolate and peanut butter on the desk, and the outline of a vague plan to go to Tokyo for Christmas and record myself doing the robot in different places on my mind: late Sunday is treating me well. The cashew stir fry I made for dinner is sitting lightly in my stomach. I still have a tiny endorphin buzz from twenty solid minutes on the elliptical trainer. I'm perfectly groomed head-to-toe and smell gently of clean. Everything is packed and organized for the work week to begin tomorrow. Later, I'll read a few pages of Mona Lisa Overdrive before drifting off to sleep in my freshly laundered sheets. It really is a quietly nice moment to be me.

Life seems to be passably decent for a lot of my people lately, and I'm glad for that. Too much heartbreak and angst in my recent memory.

Warm thoughts to all.