Cat decided 5am was the perfect time to knock everything off my nightstand.
I’d finally gotten into a decent rhythm with earlier bedtimes so the walking and the meal prep this week didn’t feel so impossible, and then that happened and I was lying there wide awake for no good reason.
Once I’m up like that I can’t fall back asleep. I end up scrolling on my phone instead, which is exactly the thing I keep telling myself I’m going to cut back on this year.
Got through my walk anyway but I was dragging by 2pm and ended up skipping the interview prep reading I had planned for tonight. Not even mad at the cat, honestly, just tired of how fragile this whole routine still feels after 2 months.