Well, at least now that it’s March the rainy non-wintry mornings won’t strike me as acutely with the awareness that the planet is dying. It’s still dying, but I can more safely ignore it, and so human laziness wins again.
Not feeling particularly well today - this virus appears to be dragging its way through my body still like some kind of congestion-inducing zombie, and my stomach hasn’t felt great the last couple of days. Probably nerves - actually investing in my job has its disadvantages.
(Teach us to care and not to care. Teach us to sit still.)
But the thought of better living accommodations has a perking effect that bolsters me through the loudness of the upstairs neighbors and the length of the bus commute. I keep thinking, Four more months. Just four more months.
I will have a life again. I won’t know what to do first. It’ll be the homebody nerd equivalent of rolling in a pile of cash and giggling. Do I play piano all evening? Do I read? Do I run around naked in honor of not having a roommate? Do I cook everything in my fridge? Do I work on my magnum opus? Maybe I can do them ALL AT ONCE.
So exciting.
So, that infuses the daily grind with a sense of upcoming relief, and takes some of the edge off the growing national disasters.
Also it’s daylight now - soon I will ride down Woodward Avenue in a bus that does not have to tunnel its way through darkness. Makes the heart lift.
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