Weather cleared. Walked to the café before nine. Sat outside.
Ran the first batch when I got back. Ten notes. Slow feed, double check on every pass. No jams. No lines. Looks solid. I’ll test one in the wild tomorrow.
Bagged the rest. Left them in the desk drawer for now. No rush.
Went out in the afternoon—padel again. Same court. Same three guys from yesterday. Played a few sets, no talk beyond scoring. I like that.
Berlin’s still quiet. He won’t reach out until I do. That’s how it’s always been.
Cooked dinner. Cleaned the kitchen after. I keep the place tight when I’m working. Mess pulls focus.
Printer’s off for the night. That’s enough for today.