A week today. I have been awake since four, listening to him breathe.

saved Sep 17, 2019 05:50date Sep 17, 2019

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A week today. I have been awake since four, listening to him breathe. I keep going back over the ten minutes on the step. Not the hospital, not the tracing. The step. That he sat there by himself, deciding whether to trouble me. His breathing is perfectly regular. I counted, against the clock on his side: fourteen to the minute.

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q024 What happened in September 2019? I'd like the whole month back, in order.

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 "body": "A week today. I have been awake since four, listening to him breathe.\n\nI keep going back over the ten minutes on the step. Not the hospital, not the tracing. The step. That he sat there by himself, deciding whether to trouble me.\n\nHis breathing is perfectly regular. I counted, against the clock on his side: fourteen to the minute.\n"
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personas/retired-couple/records/journal-2016-2019.yaml:836

- id: journal-2019-09-17
  kind: journal_entry
  about: [ray]
  date: 2019-09-17 05:50
  body: |
    A week today. I have been awake since four, listening to him breathe.

    I keep going back over the ten minutes on the step. Not the hospital, not the tracing. The step. That he sat there by himself, deciding whether to trouble me.

    His breathing is perfectly regular. I counted, against the clock on his side: fourteen to the minute.