What is a tool if its not out of the toolbox working...
On a bitterly cold morning, I sit here, finding myself having to work unexpectedly on my day off… I feel drained and miserable, but part of me is silently reproaching myself for whining because I should be thankful to have a job to do when facing an economic crisis. Either way, I am especially miserable today but working none the same. Since the pandemic, everything has blended into a blur...day and night, weeks, months...time and work mean something different... it's a different flavour of living grabbing onto a sharper and jagged edge for survival. Today I feel the burn and inflammation from those cuts of survival all over my mind and body as I wonder how long I must hold my breath to consider myself still living. There is a burial today but not attending because of work. We lost an in-law relative to short-term illness... he turned for the worse really quickly and many are stunned by how things degenerated so fast. But nothing about life and d...