Sluggish is movement

Today it rained, and I felt sluggish.

We all know what heavy days are—the ones when tragedy hits or hardship shows up at the door. Today feels like something in the middle. Not devastation, just a steady slog. I almost called it a “stuck-in-the-mud” day, but I’m not stuck. I’m still moving—more shuffle than sprint—and that’s okay. Progress over perfection.

On a sluggish day, I’ll end with a trip to the library and, once I’m home, some playoff baseball. What’s your go-to ritual when the day feels heavy-but-not-hopeless?