The pull-up bar is up. I managed three in a row, which is a long way from the ten I used to do without thinking, and a reminder that a body keeps its own ledger whether or not you attend to it. Time to train. The afternoon went to Baldur’s Gate 3, further into Act 3, the city opening up in all its clutter and consequence. The dentist did finally ring back; the appointment waits on the specialist’s availability, so that matter sits where it was, unresolved but no longer silent.