I’m feeling really down lately. “Languishing” is a term being bandied about for the pandemic slog mindset but I think it’s more than that.
Still, I’m trying. I’m trying to rally, to exercise, to do things. In the face of overwhelming worries and warning signs, I’m trying to do things I have control over.
So today I donated a pint of blood. In the past, I haven’t been able to donate because I traveled too much and had been places that were deemed disqualifying. The “benefit” of not going anywhere for 16 months is that I was deemed an acceptable donor. Silver linings?
