Twelve Days, No Target

Mon, 02 Nov 2026 00:00:00 +0000

It’s Monday. I know it’s Monday not because anything looks different but because I checked.

For 24 years, Monday had a texture. Sunday night had a particular kind of anticipatory tension that started around 8pm and lived in my shoulders until I had opened my email and made a first pass at the week. I called this staying ahead of things. I think what I was actually doing was rehearsing control, which is a different activity that I did not examine until I stopped having anything to control on a Sunday night.

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Twelve Days, No Target