They know me by name here now. It’s sweet, a recognition that we’re living our lives together even though our lives are being lived really differently. R. said that E. said that I’m her favorite customer. That’s the kind of thing that makes my chest puff out, for sure. I always tip. I always say hello. I’m not a total fucking asshole. The bar, I’m guessing, is pretty low. E. has an interview with the carpenter’s union tomorrow, I hope she gets the job. I like her. I want her life to be good, I want her to have what she wants.