Day 365 of Staying the Fuck Inside
It’s been a year.
I thought for certain that I’d have some kind of deeply insightful musings or reflections on this year of insanity, but one thing I’ve learned is that insanity is constant and limitless.
And I’m not sure I have anything insightful to share. We’ve all gone through this together. We’re all dealing and not dealing as we are.
It isn’t over.
At least we have toilet paper now.
Maybe I’ll have something more profound to say later.
Right now, I am numb and weary, but no more so than I have been the last I-don’t-know-how-many-days.