Jack felt an immense wave of gratitude wash over him as he realized it was Saturday. Honestly, he wasn't sure he could survive another day of work this week. But hey, he had put in the hours, so he absolutely deserved this little slice of freedom!

Yesterday had been a marathon in his office, drowning in paperwork and all sorts of tasks. He could still feel the nagging ache in his back and wrist, a reminder of the way he hunched over his desk like a shrimp, straining his wrist to scribble down notes.

And let's not forget the inevitable toll of aging—forty had arrived, and it felt like it was trying to take him down for good.

As the morning light streamed through the curtains, Jack rubbed his eyelids, slowly adjusting to the brightness. With a deep stretch, he swung his legs out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom, each step heavy with fatigue.

He barely caught a break yesterday. The thought of lounging around and sleeping the day away was tempting, but he knew Sophie, Edd and Molly would have other plans for him.

Glancing in the bathroom mirror, he let out a yawn and stretched once more.

“Wow, I look like a mess,” he muttered to himself.

His hands found the toothbrush and toothpaste almost automatically, brushing his teeth while his mind wandered elsewhere.

Sleep deprivation was really taking its toll.

“I seriously need a haircut... it’s getting out of control...” he mumbled sleepily as he rinsed his mouth and spat into the sink.

When he looked at his reflection again, his fingers brushed against his face, feeling the rough stubble that had sprouted over the weeks. He quickly scanned the countertop, spotting his razor.

“Alright... where’s the shaving foam...?”