Working alone, even Tim is gone, fired for two months, until the fall semester. Tomorrow morning another 5am run with Betsy, for 5 or so. Yes, it makes the day difficult, unless I get to bed early enough. And I wonder again, as often I do, what’s the point? And yet, I understand that the point is in the doing of it. Like all of this stuff. It has value to me in the doing of it. It is where I go to feel that I am supposed to be here, doing that.