It’s a storm out there
Weariness, fatigue, exhaustion. It goes by several names. It does. That state of cumulative, pernicious tiredness. Stacked over time it clouds, it weakens, and eventual it can break. This isn't coming out of the blue. This is observational. Few things hasten the inevitable stacking that becomes fatigue greater than stress. These days there is more than enough to go around. The worst part is I don't think that its over. That's not pessimism, it's pragmatism speaking. The real world health risks and damages of the current virus is impossible to overlook. For some o us we can't even pass it to the back of our mind. No matter who we are, quarantines, economic welfare, and the direct consequences never leave us. That leads me to the next point. We may all be in the same storm but we are not in the same boat. It's not a unique view of the situation by any means. But it's one that won't leave this brain of mine. It's the truthfulness of it all that keeps on