While I sleep, the universe is moving things in my favor.

Things genuinely do move overnight.

An email sent at eleven is read at eight by somebody in a good mood. A decision gets taken in a meeting on the other side of the world. A panel you will never meet discusses a name.

The world does not pause because you are unconscious. Most of what shapes your week is currently being handled by people who are not thinking about you at all, and some of it will land well.

There is an odd comfort available in that. Whatever you could not fix by midnight was never going to be fixed by staying up for it. Put it down. The night shift is covered.