Good progress on Fiber Club today, the kind that comes steady rather than in a rush. Breakfast was eggs and potatoes, near enough to a frittata to earn the name. The rest of the day bends toward other people: the grocery haul we brought in still needs turning into frozen meals for Summer and Ryan, work I mean to finish before it spoils, and there is a large fig tree to move for a friend of Summer’s. Odd how much of a good day is spent stocking a shelf someone else will open later. That seems worth the effort.