I’m sitting at my desk trying to write. Trying to read. Feeling the general monotony of routine. Feeling my eyes grow heavier with every single word. I think about going outside for a walk, then I glance over my shoulder and alas, even though it’s only 6:30, it’s already dark. I feel tired. Empty. Drained.
Grounding. Baking. I need to bake. I need exact science. I need to follow directions.