It’s Sunday. However, in the current scheme of things, does that matter? One day’s blurring into the next. With each blurry day comes a swath of confused jumbled emotions that shift in seconds: One second — I’m terrified. I could get this virus. I might die. Is my will in order?; the next — just hang on. Everything’s fine. Be grateful for health, shelter — you’ll get through this.
It should go without saying, these emotions fly like the fast and furious. And, what makes the time sludge exceptionally sludgy, is that everything’s suffocating beneath a heavy blanket of uncertainty. I’m agitated most moments of most days. Varying-degrees of anxiety are ever-present.