Feeling burdened with covid, state of emergencies (which has just been extended - again), and claustrophobia, does not foster the desire to write.
Last week was super hard. My son returned to school. I got my second covid vaccine. It was my dad's birthday. It was a lot to deal with.
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| My second vaccine was administered at a vacant school. It was a little strange to get an injection in a school gym. |
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| No side effects other than a REALLY sore arm for a couple days. |
It seems like it would be a good idea to write about the overwhelming emotions that I've been feeling. But, honestly, I'm so tired of writing the same thing again and again. I don't have any new ways to say "this pandemic sucks and I am really sick of it!"
When I do leave the house, I am doing the same things that I've written about in the past. I am not exploring Japan like I have in the past and I rarely meet people or have interesting exchanges.
I'm not depressed. I am doing things I enjoy like sashiko and other sewing projects. I recently started a sourdough started, which I'm very excited to play with once it matures (I can't wait to make sourdough banana bread - it's so good). The weather isn't insanely hot, which also makes things much more tolerable in so many ways.
I am, however, simply existing. I'm waiting for something interesting to come along. And while I wait, the keyboard isn't a huge draw.
