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 September 22, 2026

Inspired by PT, rose in the dark and went to the Y for the first time in at least two years. All the personnel was different, but the selection of sweaty beefcake was as remembered. Did a satisfying workout, stopped at Starbucks, watched life on still-dark Charlotte Street, cleaned out the pool aerator before dawn. Which is right about now. I have been wandering in a vale of shadow which I’d called “age” but which was really a kind of fatal habit.