Since I started this strange new job, a lot of things have started coming easier to me. My memory's still not so good, but that's why the journaling! As I go about doing my day job I find my feet surer, my pack lighter. I feel like I've upped my endurance training regimen by a factor of five, but it's only a little harder. It's amazing! The new job is terrifying of course, and so the new strength is much appreciated - I need to keep myself safe while dealing with all these horrors. I'm hoping that part calms down, but for some reason I can feel in the back of my head like I already know it's only going to get worse from here. Like it's happened before, you know? I don't have anything about that in my notes though. So, it's probably nothing.

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I got a call from Quincy, and apparently Sable needed help with her ankle still. So he flew over with her and I gave her some painkillers in front of Jerry's store. Seems to have worked wonders, so I'm fairly sure it was just a little sprain. She was very thankful, and gave me a hug, which was great because I felt like I'd really done some good. Quincy was saying words like "American Healthcare" and trying to pay money to me or something, so I told him to just donate it to Jerry. I found out later apparently the man donated $25,000 to Jerry's store. Which. I'm not sure how he'll even spend that much money to be honest, but I'm sure he'll appreciate it! Maybe one of those machines that weighs your produce for you instead of needing the little scale weights?

Ooh, or he could get an automatic door! Amazing.