The 7:10 bus didn’t show, so I ended up on the 7:40, and by the time I got off near home it was already past 9. 90 minutes each way is bad enough when everything runs on schedule.
No trail tonight, obviously. I just stood in the kitchen eating crackers over the sink because cooking felt like too much by that point.
I keep telling myself the 2 run-walk days a week I’ve managed lately are something, but tonight kind of undid that feeling a bit, I guess. Just tired in a way that sitting down doesn’t really fix.
Skin’s been quiet for once, which almost feels unfair given how the rest of the day went. Figures.
Anyway. Just needed to put that somewhere tonight.
