I am on my couch, in my pjs, watching the recent American Masters episode featuring Dalton Trumbo. Good stuff.
My mind is wandering though, thinking about my own exhaustion, and compounding it thinking about other people’s exhaustion:
Students who attend school all day, work until 8 or 9 at night, then start their homework;
Parents who were up all night with babies and still had places to go and responsibilities to attend to in the morning;
Spouses separated by the necessity of employment, suddenly balancing all of life’s demands alone;
Thinking about it all gives me a minor panic attack and makes me want to cry.
So I’ll try to stop thinking about it, and hope that the exhaustion I feel right now will still be with me when I head to bed in a couple of hours, so I can rest tonight.
And not feel so exhausted tomorrow.