5:10am sitting on my stool in the garage; I’m contemplating my bike. Mrs. Molochnik pops in to tell me she’s gonna make herself some coffee. It could be my anhedonia but I’m not “excited” as one typically thinks of the word. This seemed so far away for so long that I mostly feel as though I’m just following through on a commitment... and it wouldn’t be wrong to classify it that way. Gonna miss Mrs. Molochnik.