Sunday, Oct. 3
1:58 p.m.

On sunny mornings I like to go out and sit on the front step for a while. Once my upstairs neighbours return, I will feel less free to do so, as it is directly in front of their entryway and I would not feel alone enough for my liking. I would feel seen, which is not relaxing.

These are the steps that lead past the front door and around the side, to mine. The lack of a handrail worries me for Emil's sake. Even without ice, snow, or rain, a crutch could slip and that would not be pretty.

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