Broken night. Snoring woke me twice. Went to the pool anyway. Back home, the rush. At thirteen hundred, a bank on the line. Forty minutes of presenting myself in the clearest language I had. Came out lit up. It landed. Lunch outside in spring sun, sat quiet for a while. Tuesday a friend talked about being seen. Wednesday the comic showed up on someone's screen three time zones west. Friday I was the one pitching. The loop closed on itself.