Four things now, and I am counting them because the people who email me cannot argue with a count. The turn. The clipboard. The phone. The route. Four. The turn happens at the same distance every time, I paced it off, call it thirty meters, the face is out of frame before a camera can matter. The clipboard you already know, the clipboard pages are still up, I keep everything up, that is the whole point of a record. The phone showed up once, occurrence six, only once. That bothers me more than if it were constant.

A man can turn away. Sure. A man can carry a clipboard. I have heard every word of this from people who watched zero of the six occurrences.

six. and nobody teaches themselves to turn at thirty meters. somebody runs a class for that. I was not in the class, I am the coursework. no. the exam. I dont know which one.

The route I am walking again tomorrow. Early, before the heat.