Another day that you thought would never end is over.

Nine in the evening, the kettle is on, and the day you were certain you could not sit through has been sat through. Nobody hands you anything for it. It just ends, the way they do.

From inside, endurance almost never feels like strength. It feels like time passing while you happen to still be here. Which is why it goes uncounted, and why the tally of days already behind you is longer than it seems tonight.