I just can’t even.

Couldn’t get it together today. Nothing’s wrong, I just sort of had that crash you get after a trip and couldn’t keep my eyes open after waking up to go back to work.  No brain, no work.  All Dog Brain kind of day. Yesterday is irrelevant. Tomorrow is tomorrow’s problem.  Today was just about being today.

Featured image: Lyra staring at me after I got home. All afternoon.