Tea stains, journal pages, and a cat asleep on the mat

Slow Sunday. Rain tapping the window. My journal open, pages warped from spilled tea.

I'm not writing anything profound—just lists. Groceries I need. Yoga sequences I want to practice. Vietnamese phrases I'm trying to remember. Small joys that held me this week.

The cat has claimed my yoga mat as her napping spot. I don't move her. Some days, rest is the practice.