Labeling cables and calling it prayer

Went through the morning rack checks with a label gun in one hand and coffee in the other, and I caught myself treating every unlabeled cable like a small sin I could absolve. Half-convinced this is caretaking, half-suspecting it's just burnout wearing a nicer coat. Either way, the labels are on, the network's humming, and I left a little Post-it on the break room fridge telling someone their leftover curry is still good. That's the kind of prayer I can do.