Autumn is my favourite time to tidy things up. Old notes got sorted, duplicate photos were deleted, and the reading list finally got shorter instead of longer.
I finished two books I had been carrying around since summer. Neither was about work, which felt like a small holiday in itself. The days, meanwhile, just kept going quietly. No rush, no big events, nothing to report.
I think that is the best outcome a quiet week can offer: you forget to check the time, and then it is simply evening.