Black Friday… page 150

Day 257 – 11/27/2020

Can’t remember why it’s called Black Friday but I’ve never done one and this year would be an incredibly stupid time to start. Kim said Mass Street was quiet this morning so the stores didn’t open early for sales – maybe #lfk isn’t going to the dance this time around.

I’m seeing lots of Twitter comments about crying jags and teary breakdowns on The Day After. I have a feeling we stayed home and did it right, all brave and stiff-upper-lipped, and today the knowledge of everything we’ve lost is proving too heavy. Will there ever be a road back to what we knew and believed to be real?

This day feels ponderous to carry so I’ll have to break it up into livable chunks – sixteen unbroken hours of staying awake for it is unmanageable. Tried not to write about it, but I can’t go all day without breathing. Tried not to talk about it to Kim but he’s the only one here. Looking for a diversion in the bottom of the toy box that will take me outside myself and into the sunlight. Feels like it will be a long winter, with days and days of isolation and uncertainty, so I gotta figure it out, I can’t whine my way through another year of this. And by the time a vaccine gets final approval, a distribution system is in place, and we’ve all received our two shots with a month between, it will most likely take that long. Then we’ll have to keep wearing masks and social distancing until we achieve community transmission reduction. Long haul ahead, Mama, pull up your big-girl undies.

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  1. Dee A Poe
    Nov 27, 2020 @ 14:25:54

    Super sucky year, and a good part of the next one will be just as bad, if not worse because we are so dang sick of this (and a lot of people aren’t very good at it, either). I feel ya, all the way. The memes and posts I’ve seen about how at midnight December 31st we make a pact to never speak of this year again are kind of annoying, because this ISN’T going to be gone on New Years Day, no more than it was ever going to be gone by Easter, or by the day after the election.
    But one day, things will be better… right?
    Thanks for being here every day for us – it means a lot to know I’m not alone…

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