Grey all day and nothing’s moving.
Spent the weekend outrunning Monday again — packed it with a hike, the farmers market, a drive out for dinner, then came home to laundry and an empty tank.
The garden was supposed to be the quiet part. Instead I made a list for it too, like weeding counts as rest if I schedule it.
Work chat kept lighting up after hours. I read it. I didn’t answer. Still felt like I owed someone an explanation for closing the laptop.
Low pressure, no break in it.