July 14. First doctor checkup ever. And this one is only because I want to get rid of the cyst on my knee, i.e. I have a request. I took the opportunity to have all the tests done that someone my age should have done. I would rather eliminate any possible disease by ignoring it than even give it the allowance to be detected.

Train ride up the Hudson, track yards and junkyards in the sunlight. It must be hot there.

If I don’t write something down now, with my laptop on my knees on the train, I won’t get to it later. Day’s work.

Next to me in the row, a teacher seems to be looking through classwork. Sheets stapled together at the corner, slanted pencil calculations in the spaces between the assignment texts.