I’m tired. There is fatigue in worry and sadness and I have hit the wall.
I’ve gone from being bewildered to mad as hell to exhausted. My brain feels like an old 33 1/3 rpm record with a skip more than halfway through the song. It’s playing over and over and I worry the groove is growing deep.
Certainly the divide is growing deep.
Get a vaccine or don’t, but quit being such assholes about it. You don’t want one, fine, but stay the hell away from public places. Put on a mask. Stay out of the stores. This is a deadly virus and a dangerous pandemic and I’m sick of being the one who has to stay home because you can’t be bothered with the responsibility for and the consequence of your actions.
Consequence, not punishment.
I just saw tonight that Austria was placing unvaccinated people in lockdown as this virus surges and I applaud them. It’s your turn to isolate in your houses and apartments. I didn’t see this anywhere on the US news, but I just saw the Trump name in four articles as I scrolled through CNN. Who the hell cares about this huckster?
And honestly, who cares about CNN?
If I want reasonable, editorial content and actual reporting, I have to pay for it. Things are so messed up. And it’s not that the $5 bucks a week for the New York Times is too much money, it’s that the people who need to read it will never see it. It’s preaching to the choir on a mass scale. Sigh. I don’t know what the answer is. My own family is feeling the fracture caused by this virus and it’s a heartbreak. I’m just tired.
But life isn’t terrible.
I’m grateful for the almost daily respite I get when I take my morning walks. It saves me over and over and gives me back the energy this crazy world tries to steal away.
Join me. This was from my walk at Nisqually Wildlife Refuge on a cloudy but dry Saturday in November and a blustery Sunday morning at home.