Cold morning light filtering in through the blinds today, the kind that makes the house feel like a quiet aquarium. I stayed in for most of it, body reminding me in its own grumbly language to take things slow. Sciatica humming along the back of my leg like an old electric wire, a collection of assorted aches chiming in just to form a chorus. Not the worst day, but not one for wandering far, either. The universe sometimes taps you on the shoulder and says stay close to home, friend, and listen.

So I did. Put the kettle on, shuffled from room to room like a hermit crab deciding which shell felt right. Every tiny movement a negotiation with muscles that have strong opinions. The cat was pleased with this, taking my enforced stillness as an invitation to supervise from nearby cushions. A slow day is a lap day, in her view.

Outside, the wind rattled the last stubborn leaves still hanging on, the trees looking a little more winter-boned with each passing hour. Clouds moved like old ships across the sky, and I watched them through the window instead of being under them. There’s a comfort in that. Some days the world can be observed from behind glass.

I read a little. I napped a little. I stretched the sciatic nerve in careful truce-seeking motions. It didn’t stop complaining, but it calmed down enough to let me breathe more easily. Pain has a way of shrinking the map of your day, but it also sharpens your attention to the small good things. Warm blankets. Hot tea. A favorite song drifting through the room like slow fog.

Not every day needs to be an adventure. Some are quieter, gentler, lived in short steps and soft corners. Today was one of those, and somehow that feels okay.

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