Sleep time. Missed it by 3 minutes. Got plenty of rest though, due to a Saturday afternoon nap. I’m up early and it is a run day. And there is work to do.
At this point the five minutes of writing a day feels rote. Maybe that’s part of the exercise: to keep emptying the bucket when you think the bucket is empty. So I continue to write immediately when waking up, mostly vapid. Keep on it, even when it produces nothing of value (like today). The value is in the thumbs hitting the keys on this phone.
I have no further words to express any feelings because the feelings are dulled by the prospect of work all day, on top of a 10k.