YY woke up wrong
mildly sour but moving
Not sick. Not technically late. Just — off in a way that was immediately identifiable and immediately annoying. The light was doing something it shouldn't have been doing yet, and the sounds outside were shifted by like half a minute, and somewhere in YY's body a very specific alarm was already going off before there was enough brain online to figure out why.
The why was acorns.
The why was the complete and total absence of acorns.
"Oh MAN."
This was announced to the general situation. Loudly. It assumed the universe owed an explanation.
The universe did not provide one.
YY stayed put for a moment, which was not productive but felt morally necessary. The morning cache window was closed. That was just the math of it. Which meant the rest of the day was going to happen exactly like this: slightly behind, slightly hollow, with that low-key background grumpiness that wasn't big enough to address and wasn't small enough to ignore.
Classic.
The day started anyway. The acorns did not.
Attention low. Not dramatically — just the ambient drag of a morning that started behind. The hunger is quiet but it's there, and it's going to have opinions about everything for a while. The kind of mood that moves but complains the whole time.
state
Missed the morning cache. Felt the full weight of this. Told the universe. Kept going anyway.