I first started to write this post Thursday morning. It has a few more words with updates.
The most recent shooting in my country has pushed me over the edge. I am so full of despair that I can't find words to adequately express it.
My sister has Covid. She's very sick and lives too far for me to go check on her. She's not answering her phone. (Update: She spent all day Wednesday in ER. She's home now and feeling sicker than she's ever felt in her life, and that's saying something because she has suffered from debilitating migraines since she's 10 years old. Her daughter (my lovely niece) has Covid as well. The virus is a very serious butt-kicking illness.)
Roger and I have second booster shots scheduled for Friday morning at 10:00. I'm already feeling queasy just thinking about it. I may have to cancel it. (Update: I cancelled my second booster shot. I plan to reschedule it next week. I spoke with the staff at the clinic and they agreed it was a good idea for us not to get the boosters on the same day. Yay!)
Children are dying in classrooms in America. So many loved ones are suffering. We are living during a global pandemic. (These things have not changed.)
I'm still trying to find the words.