Overcast again, the kind that just sits there instead of moving through.
Third night shift in a row and I got home at 7am, ate half a bagel standing at the counter, and couldn’t tell if I was hungry or just worn out. Skin’s been quiet for months now, which I don’t take for granted, but my sleep is a wreck and nothing about that schedule agrees with a body that likes routine.
I proofed a loaf at 3am because I was up anyway and it felt like the only useful thing to do with the hours. Turned out fine. Didn’t photograph it, didn’t really care to.
Keep circling back to that savings account I’ve been putting off touching. It’s one of those decisions that’s easy right up until it isn’t.
Gray out the window, gray in here too. Not a bad day. Just a flat one.