Yesterday was Super Bowl Sunday and, while in the grand scheme of things it’s a little thing, it was a reminder of just how abnormal things are.
I’m a creature of habit because I need rhythm to function. So what happens when the rhythm gets compressed?
OK, we’re in day “what is time, anyway?” of the CoVid-19 quarantine. It’s a miserable time, this past Friday I had to get out of the house and took a drive in the rain. If you’re wondering how this is a sign of how much this season is affecting my psychology, allow me to point…
We will get through this, but some deliberation is required.
It amazes me how one jam-packed week is able to unbalance my life for an extended period after it ends.
A stressful weekend. Much anguish, aggravation. Had no time to write. It’s amazing how two days of high stress, and no time to reflect, can be expressed in seventeen syllables.