Something Off from the Start

Today had a particular kind of tiredness to it — not just physical, though that was part of it. I'd only gotten a few hours of sleep, and then my mom called in the morning to go over the New York trip, which is still months away, which made the call feel a little strange in that specific way her anxious planning can: the urgency doesn't quite match the timeline, and I end up absorbing some of that energy without fully meaning to. So by the time I was actually awake and upright, things were already a little sideways.

I'd planned to drive into the city for Cody's housewarming, and I did genuinely want to go. But the math wasn't working — one hour there, one hour back, on almost no sleep — and I think I knew pretty early on that I wasn't going to do it. There's always a small guilt in canceling something like that, even when the reasoning is sound. I hope he had a good time.

The rest of the day was quieter, and mostly fine. I got some things done — nothing I'd point to as a breakthrough, just the steady, low-key productivity that happens when you don't have anywhere else to be. And we slept earlier, which felt like a genuine win after the last few weeks. Sometimes the best thing a day can do is just end at a reasonable hour. 💤