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Screens off, one warm lamp, and a paper book — the hour that decides how the night goes.
The last hour of the day sets the terms for the next one. For three weeks the phone charged in the kitchen from nine o'clock, the overhead lights went off in favor of a single warm lamp, and a paper book replaced the feed.
The first few nights felt strangely long — an hour is a lot of time when nothing is glowing. By the second week the length was the point. Falling asleep took minutes instead of an unmeasured stretch of scrolling, and mornings arrived with noticeably less friction.
The smallest workable version: move the charger out of the bedroom tonight. Everything else in this entry grew out of that one step.