You don't have a commute. Which sounds like a perk. You walk out the back door and you're at work. You walk back in and you're home. Except you're not really home. Not mentally. Your body crossed the threshold but your brain is still out there — running the list, replaying what didn't get done, half-listening to dinner while planning tomorrow's first move.

You're not imagining it. Something is off and you've known it for a while. You've been holding everything together while quietly worrying about him, and somewhere in all of that, your own needs have gotten very quiet. This one is for you.