No Gas Left in the Tank- day 34

 Not literally (sorry East Coast) but figuratively, no gas left in my tank. This morning when my alarm went off, all I could think was, "no." 

The last month has been a drain for so many reasons; from personal health issues, to family matters, to the political atmosphere, it all just seems like a lot. Then I take it back even farther- to what we were going through as a family and as country a year ago. Last May I was online teaching, watching Henry full time, constantly monitoring COVID numbers,  Andrew working overtime, getting ready for my fourth move in four years... it was exhausting and scary.

So I suppose it is no wonder that today I am feeling bleh. Creativity is waning, patience is fading. 


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