8:42 am. I’ve never been particularly drawn to Walt Whitman before but, for some reason, I am now.
11:03 am. Ran into Mandy while jogging. She gave me a big smile and seemed sincerely happy to see me. That was weird. We started talking about the kids and she seemed unusually open and reasonable. She said she wanted the title to the apartment in exchange for not trying to block the Show. I told her she could have it but then, as usual, instead of making a deal, she said she needed to think about it. I pointed out to her that I’d made her this offer four years ago, and that she’d already had four years to think about it. It seemed for a brief moment like there was maybe a chance of resolving things but then she got mad and stormed off. This is always how it ends.