Sad at bedtime

The girls seemed totally unscathed this morning from last night’s collision, so that made the day a bit easier. I struggled; just little things like being tired, and staring down the barrel of lots of work while feeling demotivated. And yet I have to remember I’ve still got it easy.

But this is a hard year. As things have accelerated with the coronavirus, with all the breakdown of society here in the US, with how I question whether I’m leading a good enough life, setting enough of an example for my children, it’s tough. Where, I wonder, does it end?

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