Covid-19 Lockdown, Day 5,764,923....
...or, maybe it just feels like that for some people? I've heard? Yeah, thing is, I'm still going to work everyday, so, for me, it's Day 5,764,923 of that dismal groundhog movie. It feels like swimming against a a neverending wave of anxiety, with an undertow of depression thrown in, just for funsies.
Wash. Rinse. Repeat.
If you had told me a year ago that life would play out like this, I would have said you were crazy. Yet, here we are. I can only hope that, at some point in the not-too-distant-future, we will be looking back on this time and patting ourselves (and, each other, fuck you, social distancing!) on the back for how well we came through it.
Lord, let's hope.