8/18 Medical check-up. Bloodwork. Each year it’s a guessing game between the moment the needle pinches my arm and when the results show up in the app. Will the liver values hold up, will they continue to be inconspicuous even though I drink alcohol? And will the prostate cancer indicators continue to fail to show up? And yes, I will finally book a colonoscopy within barely a few weeks, promise.

J and I spend a second night outside in Manhattan, this time we go to a bar, not a restaurant, which means you bring your plate and your glasses back to the bar when they’re empty, and the Doors are playing in the speakers.

We’re living, undoubtedly, in a ménage à trois, and each day we tell each other what we did with AI, and learned from it, and were blown away by.