1/1/2026Writing every day doesn’t necessarily mean it has to be handwritten. Let’s say we’re putting the onus on substance over craft. I should do handwritten, but, controversially, I don’t prefer it to tapping away with my fingers. Today was like a weekend but on a Thursday. Snow overnight. Fell asleep at 11 before the calendar change. Went to the store three different times— four if you count picking up a coffee and breakfast sandwich for my husband. Each time came back and sat in old habits with some self-judgment. These are the days where the bubbles start to boil. Sushi bake for dinner. Really tasty, made too much. Listened to MF Doom in the car. One of the cats has been limping for a few days but I think he’ll be alright. Back to work tomorrow. Husband flies out to Kansas for two weeks for work on Sunday. Whiplash to the start of 2026.