a rough morning. we clash, i walk out with charlie and someone flies in my mouth and stings my tongue. unmasked swarms all around the neighborhood. i hope it's a mild superspreader. i doff my mask to fate too. zverev falls and cries in pain, rolled off court in a wheelchair. back home i hear the kestrels crying distress, look up the fire escape and see a crow threatening the nest. a harrowing morning, graduation day. time for a reset if we can.