Whether or not one contracts COVID-19, emotional exhaustion is a debilitating side-effect of Donny’s Disease. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with doing my moral and civic duty. I fully intend to socially isolate, for as long as it takes, to help halt the spread of Corona-V; as in dead in its tracks!
Even so… never before, in my entire life, has routine life become so tiresome.
I wake up, yawning, each new-old day to a sink full of last night’s dishes. I no sooner restore order to my kitchen than I’m messing it up, anew, to prepare my breakfast. After chowing down and finishing off the new round of KP, it’s off to my desk to blog the daylight hours away until suppertime, where, once again, I mess up the kitchen, feed my face and schlep off to the living room to zone out / nod off while watching the televised 6 o’clock bad news.
As for what happens next? Just reread that above paragraph.
WARNING: DO NOT ACTUALLY TRY THIS AT HOME.
YOU COULD WIND UP CAUGHT UP IN MY LOOP!
Alas, that’s as good as it gets. That’s the empty, full extent of my loopy pandemic “life”. Yawwwwnnnn!
Stay Safe at Home! Stay Publicly Masked! Stay Healthy!