Rearranged everything by color today instead of doing the thing I was supposed to do. It looks incredible and finds nothing in under four minutes. I regret zero percent of this decision. Related: if you want your read copy of a book back, you should probably ask before October.

One, the printer at work has apparently unionized and is refusing all print jobs on principle. Two, I finally fixed the router thing that's been bugging me since March, and it took four minutes and one Reddit thread from 2014. Three, I have opinions about the new coffee place and none of them are good, but I'll be back tomorrow.

Told myself I'd just look at the guitar. Left with the guitar. This is apparently who I am now, a person who owns a guitar and cannot play it, which puts me in excellent company. Lessons start next week, allegedly.

Sat in the car for twenty minutes after work because the radio was doing something good and I didn't want to go inside and lose the thread. Worth it. Also, the raccoon behind the building has a name now. We didn't discuss terms, but I think we're friends.