Two flights of stairs

A gentle week, mostly.

Slept flat. Whole night. Flat.

Back to night shifts without dreading them.

Up the stairs at work twice without stopping at the landing. I stood at the top for a second like an idiot. Nobody saw. It counted.

Tied my own laces standing up. I am aware of how that sounds and I do not care.

Kindly, to myself as well.