Something set in motion weeks ago reaches its peak today, while the ground stays too loose for anything new to catch. Beginnings won't set. The day runs generous toward whatever's already moving, and everything registers a half-step louder than it should, reserves thin enough that one clean finish beats six half-tended tasks. The trap is inflating a modest task into a monument in your head. The best two hours are the gap before your first afternoon block; give them to what's already open.