Thursday, June 11, 2026, 64.4* F, 77% RH, 0808
Like a frozen bottle of water meeting the floor, the sound woke me. I looked at the clock 0404. I listened. I didn’t get up to discover the source, to perhaps find the bottle. No footsteps, no door closing. Zsolt didn’t make a sound. My thoughts turned to other things like the room missing furniture; small boxes, books moved to other rooms, a small oak table I placed on the rug where Ruger begins his night. I had expected the table to be back in place yesterday. How inconsiderate. I thought of UPS arriving at 2024 (9:24 p.m.) without the rug. At 0430 I got up, let the three outside. Faint orange glow just where the sun would rise, if it had risen. Sky blue with a faint watercolor wash of clouds. The day already bright, trees in place, greenery. A moth inspected a solar spaceship light. I did not seek the source of waking sound.
In the bathtub, the suction-cup grab bar laying down.
Photo: LJ Austin
