Two days back to back of "9–5 just to stay alive," I submitted a writing and a proposal to respective individuals. A roving gift has set me spinning and I've appliquéd one south Vietnamese goat to muslin. House season 5 is almost complete and I am happy, consecutively happy for the first time in a long time.

Yesterday morning I remembered a distant relative of mine. I paused in the bathroom just before a shower and remembered her from last year. A call later that evening revealed her accident, that she had been hit by a car on her bike in the morning.

I learn this morning that a friend's younger brother broke his leg, and I'm here almost disbelieving. I suppose the new month of August is a good time as any to begin healing.