It’s gray, I think. I’m not entirely sure. My arm still hurts, in fact it woke me this morning.
Small price to pay to ward off a deadly virus.
I did some yoga and it seemed to help, and now I’m trying to come to terms with it being December already.
This year was little more than a blur, compressed into a single blob of time. Some moments felt so long, and then others came and went without much notice.
More so than other years, I think, with the pandemic seemingly stretching into eternity, with all the issues with my mom.
So it goes.
And so do I, on this Wednesday. Have a wonderful day.