We looked after a good friend’s dog today, and Cacio loves him so much. They live a couple of streets away and she’ll try to drag us down the street to see him whenever we’re passing by. He’ll do the same on our street. He’s like a dog and Cacio is like a strange half-human, half-dog by comparison. If he jumps on the couch he looks alarmed that he’s there and jumps right back down. Cacio is pretty much half couch cushion I think.

In the evening we went to help another good friend move one of their stores next door. I like doing (light) physical work. So much of my work is sat in front of a glowing rectangle, but it’s pretty great to do some lifting and wield a screwdriver from time to time. It’s especially good, of course, to spend time with friends and to support them in some small way. Drinks and food after to reward ourselves for a job well done.

We got to experience some second-hand pride when folks in the community kept popping their head in to say “oh no, you’re closing?!” and got to reveal the good news: “just next door actually, bigger space, not going anywhere.” We felt so proud, actually, just to contribute some very small thing to this part of the community, and proud of our friends for making it such a meaningful part of the neighborhood.