Most things, it’s turning out, are games of inches, slow accumulations of everyday effort, as my dad is wont to say, consistent effort in a single direction. This resulted in both the first two correctly formatted articles for our upcoming debut open access issue, and a four mile run on an ankle that’s been feeling wonky but responded well to the pavement. I set out a dish of soup to thaw all morning, swallowed it in three bites by the time I got home. It was all I wanted, on the couch with an episode of Toddlers & Tiaras.