We Don’t Know How to “Be” Without What We “Do”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.

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