The English Beat – Sugar & Stress
If I can pull it off, this will be my seventh straight year of NaBloPoMo but geez, this is a rough one. It’s not just the election of our lifetime in a handful of hours, it’s also a freaking pandemic with the case counts spiking all over the place, and you know, we’ve all been cooped up with the same people for MONTHS. I love my family but we have been together 24/7 for I can’t even tell how long now. I do not leave the house to go to work, my son does not leave the house to go to school, my husband was laid off at the end of March and so has nowhere to go either. My daughter went back to her college but she is due to come home around Thanksgiving and not go back for three months.
We are lucky, I don’t want to complain, but this is absolutely not normal and it takes some adjusting. I’m not sure how the rest of you have been getting along but it’s a safe bet that everyone is more stressed out than this time last year. When the weather permits I try to go for a walk for about an hour but even then you’re keeping an eye out for people and weaving back and forth across the street to give everyone a wide berth. Plus, there’s no end in sight. When will there be a vaccine? Will it be safe? Will it be effective enough to allow us to go back to doing things we used to do, like go to a show? God, how I miss going to shows. I am not going to be able to go to my friend’s house for election night and my husband hates it when I yell at the tv. Thanksgiving and Christmas plans are a big question mark.
I feel like we all are frazzled, holding our breath, just trying to oust a fascist and his enablers and not die trying. I can’t wait to come up for air.