so tired. The kind of bone-crushing tired that makes me loopy. I see elephants. Pink ones. Like in that scene in Dumbo where he was really drunk. But I need to post… something. Regardless of how short, I need to post. To the handful of people that have hung in there to see if and when I’ll actually post something of interest or value. This post likely contains neither. But for what it’s worth,
I am alive. I have not been eaten by a lion. I have not yet succumb to the pathogen. We are just…busy. The cafe opened. 18-hour days are…long. There are these words that help in times like this. Adjectives. They help us describe things. They fail me right now, but suffice it to say that “long” in this context means … really … long.
At the end of the day all I want to do is