She sat down at eight. Two paragraphs from yesterday that might be wrong. She re-read them. They sounded off. She tried a third paragraph and it didn't land either. She opened a new document to draft in, then closed it, then opened it again. Her shoulders were up near her ears. She noticed her jaw was clenched and deliberately relaxed it, then found it clenched again two sentences later. The Monday deadline kept moving around in her head. She got up to check the kitchen even though she had just sat down.
