Back at work tonight.

I did not sleep well. My stomach has been a mess. I woke up in a bad mood, ate breakfast, drank coffee, tweaked JimLunsford.com, then meal prepped for this shift and the next one.

I told myself I probably should not run.

Then I ran anyway.

Slow. Ugly. Uncomfortable. Still done.

Not every run is clean. Some are just proof that I showed up when I felt like garbage.

At work, I almost had to go hands-on with an inmate. I could feel the old response trying to load. Force used to be part of my everyday life. It is still in the muscle memory.

But I used my words and got compliance.

That is the part I enjoy now. Not because I cannot handle the physical side, but because there is a different kind of challenge in getting control without force.

The last couple weeks have been a grind. Carceris, Bonumark Stream, GitHub releases, live installs, bugs, fixes, audits, JimLunsford.com, the Proof theme, and getting the ecosystem lined up.

Now things are squared away for the moment, and that feels weird.

No fire to put out.

No obvious target to attack.

I tried to work on a few things during downtime, but my focus was not there. So tonight I am probably just going to scroll the web, finish the shift, and let that be enough.