Some mornings, it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps.
I’ve had a string of days like the one beautifully described by Emo Philips, an old favorite. It’s not necessarily anything external going on. The leather straps are internal obstacles that I haven’t managed to work past yet. Things like old thought patterns that serve no obvious purpose except to torment me. The internal battles, the invisible ones, always feel the most formidable.