There is a particular tiredness that doesn't come from the day. It comes from the rehearsal — the running monologue of who you are supposed to be when someone walks into the room. The body keeps that script in the jaw and the lower back.
This week's sky is gentle on the parts of you that have been holding the line. Let one rehearsed sentence go. Notice nothing collapses.
Not a productivity exercise. If it became one, you can let that go too.