Tuesday was a good day until seven in the evening.Not bad after that. Just different.Work had been good, the kind of good that earns its ending. The brief revision was in final review, which meant the day had a shape to it, clear deliverables and a clean close and the particular quiet satisfaction of a document that had gone around three times and come back better each time and was now done. Ro presented the corridor ceiling solution in the afternoon with the focused intensity he brought to things he had thought about longer than he let on, and it landed right, the kind of right that makes you sit back from the whiteboard and think: yes. Nicolas approved in four minutes with two notes, both correct. Petra had the master file updated before the meeting was over.I packed up at six-fifteen. Subway home, standing the whole way, holding the overhead bar and watching the stops go by without counting them. Made tea when I got in and stood at the kitchen counter going through the day in my
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