The space it left

Right.

I miss looking forward to dinner. I did not expect to have to write that sentence and I do not know what to do with it.

A complicated entry about loving bread and not wanting it.

The hum is back, quieter. I panicked when it started returning and Jonah pointed out, mildly, that nobody had promised it was permanent.

I did not know other people did not have this. That is the part I keep turning over. I assumed everybody was doing the same negotiation all day and simply not mentioning it.

Dough proving.