Good morning. 
14 April 2025
Do you ever feel that sense of morning haze, where all you want is to lie back, stare into space, and empty your mind? I believe it’s often referred to as “mind fog.” It feels as though your brain hasn’t quite shifted into gear to take on the day. That’s exactly where I’m at right now. This morning, when I opened the door to let Ben and Charlie out, birds and squirrels scattered in every direction, leaving the bird feeder toppled on the ground. I just looked at it and thought, “Eh.” Struggling through morning tasks feels a lot like drifting aimlessly from one thing to another, waiting to land in a chair—like a butterfly coming to rest on a flower. It must be Monday morning.
"Hello, Monday! May I ask you a question? Why are you always back so quickly? Don’t you have a hobby?" - Unknown
