This week I used to be studying one more article about the way it’s beginning to look like 11 months is the precise period of time it takes for a pandemic to utterly destroy the human spirit. We are actually however broken-brained beings dragging our our bodies round no matter is left of life. The place are we going? Nowhere. And now we’ll should navigate round frozen trash mounds and leap over slush lagoons to get there.
Maybe you might be inside and have not even skilled this month’s snow and its soiled stays? If that’s the case, I counsel that you just drag your bag o’ bones on the market, end up a slush lagoon (they are going to be replenished quickly), and get to the opposite facet of it. That is precisely the type of low stakes problem that this soul-crushing second of our pandemic calls for. You do not even should leap, you may merely trudge proper via it. Linger a bit of, even. Not less than you may really feel one thing. Even when it is simply metropolis juice soaking via your socks.
Don’t be concerned everybody, solely [?????] extra [months???] of this to go.