It feels like the day never started, at least not for me
The inertia to get out of bed feels too great.
Breaking up the bare minimum I have to do
Into smaller chunks
Still
feels
like
too
much.
The prompt for today was what could I do less of?
I’m not sure I could do less or be less today. I haven’t done much of anything. Graded a couple papers was all I could really manage and attend “Spectrum Saturday,” a welcoming virtual group of autistics who seem to think I’m one of them. Whether I am or not, they’re mostly who I relate to at present.
Eternal Ocean of Words 