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The “We Hours”
On needing one another more than ever.
I started writing the following late last night, after drinking a copious amount of wine, so forgive me if I ramble…
Every day, I get up, brush my teeth, splash my face with cold water, don my “uniform”…and go through the same damn motions as the day before.
I spend my days in the basement writing and, much like a vampire, venture back upstairs when the sun starts to wane. Then it’s dinner, TV, and bed, where my husband and I read our Kindles until lights out. Or for me, as soon as my pills kick in.
Today, after hearing that this pandemic and its ramifications could be with us through 2022, particularly the need to extend social distancing, I questioned my ability to make it through to the other side.
2022!
How are we supposed to do this? Already suffering from extreme cabin fever, many of us are struggling mightily. Emotionally. Economically. Physically. How will we endure another two years of this and remain sane, or what now passes for it?
Why bother with all the shit we’re told to do? Who cares if we eat right or not? Or if we exercise, or establish healthy routines? Will it matter? Does it matter?
