The Scarecrow Has Rejoined the Land of the Living

Erik Austin
May 21
1 min read

After what felt like a week of living in a twister, I finally did the unthinkable: I slept. Like, really slept.

Yesterday was basically a blur of blankets and unconsciousness—I napped like it was my job. Then I went to bed at 10 p.m. (who am I?), woke up only twice, and was up by 6 a.m. feeling... well, still sore, but at least human-adjacent.

My scarecrow limbs are still protesting, but progress is progress: I emptied the car (go me!), started laundry (domestic goddess energy incoming), and am now trying to figure out what today’s vibe is supposed to be. I have no formal plan, but I know one thing for sure: there will be a bath. There will be Epsom salts. And there will be no shame.

Stay tuned for more exciting updates from the land of laundry, lukewarm coffee, and slow muscle recovery. 🌪️🛁✨