A Slow Tuesday

Day 44 – January 6, 2026

Today was uneventful in the best possible way. Coffee in the morning. A few emails. Roger attempting to negotiate additional treats using what can only be described as emotional manipulation.

Somewhere in the middle of the afternoon I realized something.

The intensity of the past few months has made ordinary days feel extraordinary. There was a time when a quiet Tuesday would have felt boring.

Now it feels like a gift.

After trauma, your nervous system becomes very aware of peace. You notice it the way someone notices sunlight after being in a dark room for too long.

Today had that kind of light. Nothing profound happened. But the absence of chaos felt meaningful.

Healing is strange like that.

It isn’t always about dramatic breakthroughs. Sometimes it’s about noticing that a whole day passed without your chest tightening. Without your brain replaying memories you didn’t ask for.Without the past grabbing the steering wheel.

That happened today.

And it felt like progress.

Roger ended the evening curled up beside me on the couch like a furry furnace. He seems convinced life is improving dramatically.

Given his snack count today, he may be correct.

Chaos in one hand. Grace in the other.

And a quiet Tuesday doing more good than expected.