It's been a one foot in front of the other day. It's been a tea-gone-slightly-too-cold, washing forgotten in the dryer day. It's been proofreading work that isn't mine because I cannot say no, trying to stave off a sickness with pillows and water and quiet.
It's been thinking that the lavender plant doesn't look well, thinking that I still haven't finished reading that book, knowing that I've made all those decisions myself and that from afar, they're terrifying.
Up close? I can just look at my feet moving left right left right nothing to see here.