In the kitchen with Claire and Jessie. In the bathroom, purple foam on top of the toilet water, a stench.

Plans to go see Tom. Driving. Not hearing back from him til later, or not wanting to go see him, I’d seen him so recently anyway. Driving around, without directions, no with a piece of paper with different directions on each side. I decided not to drive all the way to Boston to see him. Texting or emailing him, I wasn’t being direct.