I’m so tired of this weather.
It was another cold, dark, and dreary day. The clouds rolled in early last night, and the rain—and intermittent snow!—has been falling ever since, will continue to fall through tomorrow, they say.
I’m tired. I’m always tired, I know, but today is something more. It’s all weight on my eyelids and a short temper. It’s a longing for solitude, for warmth, and comfort. It’s simmering rage and offense at the expectation that I should be not just awake, but moving, thinking, and working.
It’s an injustice! A travesty! A personal insult and cruelty!
But I made it through and though tomorrow will be much the same, if not worse, I will make it through that too. For now, there is fried chicken, mashed potatoes, Hawaiian sweet rolls, deep glasses of red wine to wash the day away, and chocolate milk to put us in the mood for sleep.
I’ll let tomorrow stay in tomorrow and sleep well tonight.
P.S. If you haven’t seen the new HBO miniseries Chernobyl, I urge and encourage you to check it out. It’s a heart-wrenching and fascinating dramatization of the tragedy.