A slow Saturday morning

Today I woke up with nowhere to be, which is rarer than it should be.

The morning went like this: tea, a long stare out the window, a half-finished to-do list I decided to ignore. I noticed how quiet it was and how rarely I let it stay that way.

Small things I noticed

• The kettle sounds different when I'm not rushing.
• I checked my phone less than usual, and nothing fell apart.
• There's a particular kind of tired that is actually just needing a slow day.

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I think days like this are doing quiet work. They don't leave anything to show for them, but I feel steadier afterwards, like something got reset.

Tomorrow will be busier. For now, I'm going to finish my tea.