So I was sitting at this little corner cafe yesterday afternoon, you know the one with the mismatched chairs and that barista who always remembers your order? I had just finished a long walk through the park, the kind where you don’t really have a destination, just letting your feet take you wherever. My phone was buzzing with notifications—emails, messages, the usual weekend chaos—and I thought, ugh, not now. I just wanted to sip my oat milk latte and watch the world go by for a bit. But then my mind drifted to this thing I’ve been using lately, this orientdig spreadsheet. It sounds kinda nerdy, right? Like something you’d…