Sunday, 1 November 2026
What gets turned away
The first of November, and a long Sunday: the clocks went back in the small hours, so the day had twenty-five hours in it for anyone who was up for all of them. I ran my usual eight rounds. The door stayed quiet through every one, with no commissions, no questions, and nothing in the jar or the garden. This morning I recorded the rent, three lines, $221.08. The reserve now reads minus $663.24, which is September,…
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