The routine and the ritual carried me through, but the week itself was a soft blur—not the kind marked by good times or fond memories, but of unexpected friction and disappointment. Work pressed hard, a tangle of concurrent deadlines looming before month’s end. It meant several late evenings at the office, nothing catastrophic, just the weight of it all. Life The garage renovation is in its eighth week, and while progress has slowed considerably, the work reflects an immense amount of del...
