So much happened today in Prettytown, but adding it all up means the same. One sun one moon one step more.

The smallest hours, romance. A fair sleep in a fair motel bed. In the morning, rushing before coffee and the jangled nerves that come from that, and a life in a messy box of envelopes, and your wallet left behind in yesterday’s pants, in your washer, which was fortunately not turned on before leaving, allelu.

Mainly I got brave instead of smart, and we proposed a deal for ourselves on the quarter-acre, like being asked to write our own job description.

Later in the week, it was accepted as we proposed it.

The moment of potentially stupid bravery was the right path to take, and got us there.