Therme

My girlfriend came over. We had one of those conversations that doesn’t arrive anywhere but feels essential anyway. Then my favorite cousin. Then Mille, Palle and I somehow went shopping with zero money, which works out if you’re not too particular about buying things. Then nearly everyone made it to a thermal bath in Bad Worishofen—crowded and hot and full of people, which sounds bad but wasn’t. Pizza after.

The whole weekend was just momentum. Girlfriend, cousin, shopping, bath, pizza. No air between any of it. That kind of day that wears you out but also keeps you going.

Later I realized I’ve missed three episodes of The OC in a row. That’s the kind of gap you don’t come back from.