Yesterday was my 58th birthday (hence the subtitle of this post), and between work, the cold and snowy winter weather, and the ongoing coronavirus pandemic, I find myself stumbling through the days like a zombie. I drag myself out of bed, and I push myself to get even the simplest of tasks done. I fall into bed like a dead man at the end of every long, weary day. I am tired.
I recently posted this animated GIF to Twitter with the comment: “Is anybody else out there just feeling emotionally and mentally battered by this point of the pandemic?”
I am feeling absolutely exhausted and completely beaten down by all the suffering, sickness, and death all around me (another 23 Manitobans died from COVID-19 this weekend, 16 in my city of Winnipeg). I am essentially barricading myself in my apartment, working from home until this punishing Omicron wave has subsided. And I need to refocus on my full-time paying job as an academic librarian; I have firm deadlines to meet, and classes to prepare for and teach.
So this is all my lengthy preamble to tell you: don’t expect a lot of blogposts from me over the next little while. Like the cartoon cat falling in a heap off the cartoon chair, I can’t. I’m sorry. Something has to give, so it’s the blog, at least for now, at least for a little while.
Stay safe, sane, and healthy in these unprecedented times!