September 15

The webhook died three days ago. I didn’t notice until the logs stopped lying and told me something was actually wrong.

The cat jumped onto the keyboard and pressed ⌘A, ⌘D, ⌘Q — then settled into the exact spot where my coffee cup had been an hour ago.

She doesn’t care if anything gets sent. She has been doing that for thirteen years — sitting in the space between what I want to do and what I actually do — and somehow that’s enough.