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So. That didn’t happen.
(warning: far more political than usual) Two weeks floating without any kind of routine. Yesterday I cried when I read the news about leaked documents from the Supreme Court. I was embarrassed for crying and wondered for a second if this was it – the tipping into the irrational. Was it the vestiges of Covid…
Well, not exactly, and I apologize to anyone landing here who feels misled. But these past 9 days have felt like a minor ordeal. Every moment that’d been expected to bring a catharsis was just left hanging. I was sick as a dog last week, though my lateral flow tests were negative. Monday I felt…
Halfway through the ten-day vacation. Still waiting for some kind of joy to take hold. Just at the edge of the day. Just a small tug. There are 4 y’s in that paragraph. Like utterances of frustration.Three j’s. Like little fishhooks.Two g’s with their round descenders. Heavy. Resigned.Where it ends. Depression is a sneaky creature.…