Well, ladies
Everybody blames the two o'clock crash on sleep. It is not just sleep.
Slept fine all week. Coffee at seven. Sharp at ten. By two, brain gone. By three, worse. Same thing for two weeks.
Mid-sentence in an email Thursday. Lost the word. Stared at the screen. Started over. Lost it again.
Not an option in this job.
Tried more coffee. Walked to the kitchen. Sat up straighter. None of it.
Said yes to a committee last month. A colleague asked. Said yes before I finished reading.
Two extra meetings a week now. A deck due Friday. Resent it every time. 😤 That is on me. 💪
But the fog was not the committee. Not the schedule either. It was my eyes.
My screen. Four hours straight. Same distance. Same depth. Eyes locked at one focal length and stayed there.
At two fifteen I blinked and my vision lagged. Like my eyes forgot how to shift.
Looked it up. Eye muscles held at one distance fatigue fast. Your visual system uses a big share of brain processing. When it quits, your focus quits with it. Not a metaphor. Actual mechanics.
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Felt stupid the first time. Second time my eyes released. Small shift. Real, though.
Four days of this between calls. Afternoon wall still there. Lower.
Three o'clock Thursday I finished a full email without stalling. Read it back. Made sense. That has not happened in two weeks.
Checked my face in the mirror after day three. Blouse fine. Earrings in. Eyes looked less dead than Monday. Counted that.
Dani sent me a rooftop photo Saturday night. Cocktail, sunset, the works. Caption: "Log off." Sent back my water glass and my laptop screen. She sent skulls. Fair.
Sonia would say close my eyes and just breathe. Probably right. But under a minute between calls is what I have. Not a cushion and a candle. This fits where my day fits.
Still resent that committee. Separate problem.
