I'm writing too late and can't remember the day. I try to take notes as I walk in the world, but today they're mostly grumpy and petty. The old man who mumbled his complaint about not getting past me in the checkout line, though it was the express lane and not meant for trollies and an excuse me would have been fine. The knee I grazed twisting my ankle on a pebble and falling gloriously on to the concrete on my hands and knees. The fact that Warren is not here. The fact that because Warren is not here I have to be more here. Envy again. What is it with this envy? Two days in a row it's sucked the breath right out of me.