June, 2026
June, like any month in which I neither write very much nor read very much, feels already cryptographic in retrospect.
Part of this was due to significantly downshifting my caffeine consumption (makes for a boring story, I know, but it was time to go from a baseline of four cups a day to two); the other reason is having spent most of my brain on things that are hard to write about and hard to spin back up on once I've distracted myself: Firewall/KYC concerns, systemic onboarding, and so on.
It was a good and quiet month. We started harvesting the tomatoes, and this weekend I made salsa from three pounds of delicious Roma. I started waking up even earlier to lift, before the sun (or, bless her heart, Lucy) have a chance to intrude. Lucy, who by the way now speaks in two-syllable bursts, who now makes a game out of grabbing my shoes when I say it's time to go to the store, who knows not just how to dance, but what I mean when I say dance.
