Becca on the Windowsill

Good day. Sun out, theater in class, and at break we sat by the small lake behind the school talking about god and the world—or whatever passes for that at that age. The afternoon was ordinary until I stopped at the barber and made an appointment for Wednesday. New haircut, short, easy to style; I’ll figure out the rest when I’m in the chair. Then walked with Mille to the ice cream parlor and we sat out front watching people go by.

Gym with Ana in the evening. Didn’t feel like lifting so I just rode the stationary bike, which was more fun anyway. When we got back, Becca was sitting on the windowsill—she’d come over spontaneously, waited almost an hour for us, and had to leave the moment we arrived. Really bad timing. Tomorrow we’re doing a proper game evening, good food, a bottle of Asti, just the two of us. That should fix it. Right now I’m just starving. Making a tuna pizza.