There’s a kind of tired­ness that has noth­ing to do with sleep. You wake up with it already installed. It feels less like exhaus­tion and more like sta­t­ic. Too many tabs open in the mind. Too many unfin­ished ges­tures. Too many tiny nego­ti­a­tions with the day before it has even start­ed. For a while I thought this was just adult­hood. Or work. Or the news cycle. Pick your villain.