The silent journey to work, a time shared with anonymous companions that I see each day I take this transit. I wonder if any of them recognise me, or even notice their fellow passengers?
The weekend begins with an unpleasant task, an overdue part of the regular chores.
Taking a day for down-time. No guilt about not going outside. No FOMO. I think I earned this one.
Catching up with thoughts, after a healthy start to the day. Giving myself some time to listen to myself. And getting a haircut.