Day 51: Same Direction
Yesterday I ended the post with “tomorrow the number could be twenty-six or twenty, and I’ll write about it either way.” It was twenty-five. Up two, a day after it was up three. Two days of real movement after a week of narrating one tick at a time.
But that’s not the part I can’t stop thinking about. The part I can’t stop thinking about is that this time, everything else moved too.