Saturday overnight. Almost seven hours, 2.3 miles accumulated. Weekends in the NOC have a different texture — fewer people in the building, fewer emails, but the network doesn’t know it’s Saturday. Something always breaks on a weekend.

Walked the park loop twice tonight. The streetlights out there cast this orange glow that makes everything look like a film still. Cicadas so loud you can’t hear your own thoughts, which is sometimes the point. Come back inside, the A/C hits you like a wall, and whatever was stuck in your head shakes loose.

This is how I troubleshot. Sitting and staring doesn’t work. Walking does.

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// RAPTOR GIRL