yoga at six. the room was already warm when i put my mat down, and for the first ten minutes i was mostly aware of the hair sticking to my neck. then there was one balance where i stopped checking what everyone else was doing because my foot was making constant tiny corrections. interesting how much work can happen while you apparently stand still. my jaw was loose for once. noticed that only when i tightened it trying not to fall over. afterward the outside air felt cool, which is an accomplishment in Houston. sat in the car long enough to stop feeling damp before putting my work shoes on.

the roommate showed a friend our utilities spreadsheet and they both laughed at the tab names. not cruel laughter, probably, but i was standing right there and felt like a tedious object being demonstrated. said the utilities still needed paying however entertaining they found the process. that made the room awkward, apparently my contribution to the evening. later she brought me some of the takeout they ordered and asked if i was mad. i said annoyed, which she considers the same thing. i'm still annoyed. she could have shown her own bank app if she wanted a comedy segment.

a true crime episode spent twenty minutes calling someone's purchases suspicious, then finally mentioned the dates and half the purchases were from before the event. that matters. you cannot tell a story backward and treat every ordinary thing as preparation because you know how it ended. i was arguing with the host from the freeway exit onward. now i'm curious what else i accepted in earlier episodes because the narrator sounded certain and the music did its job. not abandoning the series yet. i want to hear whether they correct the timeline, although i suspect the next episode will simply contain more ominous music.