After bathing in the ice-cold moon, I trudge home with pink-flushed cheeks to the warmth of my apartment and as I shut the door, the wind presses in against the glass and the rain pelts down the gutters to splash upon the windowsill, nature continuing to shift outside while I still feel it fresh on my skin, autumn leaves still stuck to my shoes. Sundays are turning into the same formula, a bit of hard work, a bit of planning and reflecting, and a whole bunch of game playing, a routine I’m pretty happy to continue.