Overcast since about 3am, when I gave up trying to get him back to sleep and just lay there listening to the sound machine loop over and over.
Work laptop open by 7, brain somewhere else entirely. Read the same line in an email twice before it made sense.
The knitting basket’s still sitting by the couch from two nights ago, needles stuck through the yarn like I meant to come right back.
Keep thinking about that CD sitting there while the dryer runs nonstop drying blankets and footie pajamas. Feels dumb to touch it for something this ordinary.
Everything today has that grey, pressed-down feeling where nothing’s actually wrong, just heavy.