It’s one of those Saturdays where the city feels like it’s holding its breath. I’m tucked into a corner of my favorite coffee shop, the one with the mismatched chairs and the barista who already knows my order. Outside, the fog is rolling in over the hills, and inside, I’m nursing a flat white that’s just a little too hot. I’ve got my laptop open, but honestly, I’ve been staring at the same spreadsheet for the last ten minutes. Not just any spreadsheet, but this orientdig spreadsheet I’ve been tinkering with all month. I started it as a way to track my wardrobe, but it’s kind of become my little…