Sat at the far end of the table again during break and kept my head down with the sketchbook instead of joining the small talk, easier some nights than others depending on how my face looks under those lights.
Nobody’s said anything, they never really do, but I catch myself doing the math on where to sit before I even walk in, which is its own kind of tired stacked on top of the actual tired from the schedule.
Filled half a page with nothing in particular, just lines going nowhere, and it settled me down more than scrolling ever does these days.
Might be the tapering making me quieter than usual, or might just be me, hard to say some weeks.