I’m drained, wrung out, and spent. Stick a fork in me because I’m done.
It’s part of my cycle. It’s also quite natural after all the events of the last couple of weeks – nationally, locally, and personally.
My life, and many, many others’ it seems, have exemplified the cliché, “When it rains, it pours.”
I kind of wish December 21st really would be the end of everything. At least everyone could just stop and take a break. Alas, it is highly probable that none of our problems will be settled and resolved as easily as a big, cosmic wiping of the board and starting fresh. If only.
Perhaps I’ll feel something tomorrow, maybe even look for the Christmas Spirit I’ve ignored and turned away. Maybe I’ll try to take a nap.