Substance.

I finished off the last pomelo of the season tonight. I can usually stretch them out a while, down at the bottom of the vegetable drawer. From citrus to berries to stone and then apples, the year moves by fruit.

Last Friday had my first strawberries of the year - possibly their first week, or their second, but my first week with them. Tomatoes, too. I go to California and New York jumps forward a season.

I had a moment of frustration with my career counselor this afternoon, also. It was unlike me and she noticed quick, and I had to explain why: it'd come from hearing she'd been going about finding job listings for me very differently than what I'd been doing, back when I'd been at the grind. I need to send her a letter of apology in the next couple of days.