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1You showed up. In bed yet? If you're all settled, let's begin.
Tuesday is the day nobody writes songs about.
It just sits there, quiet, waiting for you to get through it.
But I've noticed something. On these nothing-special days, the mind gets strange. It doesn't shout like Monday. It just... spins. Like chasing a tail. Round and round. Not because you need to catch it. Just because you started and now you can't stop.
So tonight, no fighting. No forcing it to be quiet.
Just a little break. A clear desk. The thoughts can wait till tomorrow.
Peace Cat, watching you learn to do nothing. It's harder than it looks.
