Packing up the apartment this week and getting almost nothing done because the cats think every open box is a new bed.
Work’s been quiet too, which usually helps my head but this time it’s doing the opposite. Too much space to think about the move, the mess, whether I’m forgetting something.
Started writing stuff down again at night, just short lines about the day. Not sure it’s fixing anything but it slows my brain down enough to actually sleep.
Anyway. Half the kitchen’s in boxes and one cat is asleep on the tape gun.