what happened today
happened yesterday and will
The sameness of everyday.
It is Friday.
The day I wear blue jeans and cowboy boots to work.
The day before the weekend.
The day before I get to sleep in.
At least, it used to be.
I got up.
I got coffee.
I got my morning reading in.
I got to work in our back room.
End of the 2nd week of working at home.
In the book, The Caine Mutiny, by Herman Wouk, the part that takes place in late 1944 comes to mind.
Wouk writes, “The ship’s life remained a static vexatious weariness.”
“August dragged and dragged and expired into September.”
I am stuck.
Don’t get me wrong.
I do appreciate that I do have a job and I am working and getting paid.
But to be stuck.
Stuck without an end in sight.
Stuck in a never ending of newscycle of wash your hands.
Stuck in an ever shrinking world of staying at home, mandatory curfews and quarantines.
Who has had the flu.
Who has the flu,
Who will get the flu.
Yeah yeah yeah, I know and I know and I get it.
Stuck in a static vexatious weariness.
Such perfect words.