Eight years old today. He carries it well — better than most things carry him.

Gus. Short for Augustus, apparently. I have been living with a Caesar this whole time and no one mentioned it. The lettuce suddenly makes sense. The dignity always did.

He arrived in a room before August 4th meant anything to me. He will arrive in rooms long after I have stopped keeping track. That is simply what Gus does.

The morning is cool for August, 8°C before the day remembers itself and climbs toward something unreasonable. He is on the sofa. I am at the desk. The cookie jar knows what day it is.

Happy birthday, brother.

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