Between Better and Not Yet

I did get better for a moment… and then I didn’t. Last night knocked me back again, so today is slow and careful and mostly about getting through without pushing too hard.

I’m tired—but not empty. There are good ideas hovering around this place, and a few new pencil-and-ink things quietly taking shape in my head. They’re waiting patiently. I am too.

For now, the work is rest. I’ll return when I can hold a pen without it feeling like a spell with a high cost.