Today runs jumpy on top and steady underneath. The jumpiness wants a task to spend itself on, but the ground under the day sits steadier than the surface feels, so most of the pushing is just the feeling talking. It lands gentlest in small places: a message that arrives a beat off its timing, a task at the desk that gives the moment you quit straining. The afternoon carries the density, so the open morning before 11:30 is where the real hours are. Read the one thing that matters twice before it leaves your hands.