You started the day on defence, the other side of the world came at you while you were sleeping.

Emails, phone calls, the people around you. Slack’s blowing up again.

The noise. It reaches it’s tentacles up from the bottom of the hill trying to pull you back down.

If it’s not a nuclear attack: in as few words as possible you acknowledge it, you let them know you’re making a note, you look up.

You’ve got a hill to climb.