A long morning on Wilder, and the farm won the evening.
You gave the day to other people's problems until almost four, then finally sat with your own.
The morning belonged to the rental. You spent an hour and a half on the 1200 Wilder Ave Section 8 recertification packetneeds review, most of it re-reading the inspector's notes from the last visit before drafting the response. It was slow, careful work, and it read like you were bracing for a fight that hasn't come yet.
Around eleven the tax side pulled you back. You reconnected Kealoha's QuickBooks and pulled the 1099 candidates, then prepared Marcus's estimate and emailed it over before lunch. Two clean, contained tasks — the kind of work that leaves no residue.
The afternoon frayed. There's a ninety-minute stretch the log can't account for cleanly — some of it was a phone call, some of it was news and YouTube bleeding into each other. You consumed about fifty minutes of media before you meant to stop. Not a disaster. Worth naming.
Then, past ten at night, the farm. You were out killing snails again — half an hour in the dark, which is either devotion or avoidance, and only you know which. It's the one entry today with no client attached and no dollar figure, and it might be the honest center of the whole day.