First real work week back. Fell asleep at two — jet lag doing its quiet math. Threw on shoes and walked. Ruzafa was half-empty, shutters down — Valencia before the city wakes up, the version only returning residents see. A cafe was open. Took a V-60 and a pressed sandwich to a corner table, called a friend two hours east. Thirty minutes. Forty days away and nothing to catch up on. The kind of friendship that doesn't need a warm-up lap.