So Exhausted

My iPhone had been dying. The battery did not even allow me to take it to work. It wasn’t always registering incoming calls, but it was recording voicemails.

Also, I had been doing paperwork in preparation for moving. You know, proof of income, to reassure the leasing people.

Once I did the paperwork, and felt much more reassured as to when I would be moving, and finished getting my new iPhone at the local Apple store, I went home and struggled to stay awake. It was as if I finally got to exhale.

Apparently, this stuff had been weighing on me far more than I realized. I think about all those people struggling to pay rent at all. The endless stress so many people are living under right now. Never mind the coronavirus. Just the chronic stress will do a number on people’s health.

My parents are going to Florida on November 7. Florida has a higher rate of infection than NY. They are going to go stir crazy in their trailer, go out to eat, and possibly get the virus. Such a bad idea. Oh well. They are adults, pushing eighty, actually.

I am just trying to keep my own stress level manageable at this point. And only doing a so-so job at that. I am in no position to offer advice. I just sit on the side lines and watch the train wrecks.

About cdhoagpurple

I live in Michigan. I was Greek Orthodox (and previously Protestant), but now am more Buddhist than anything. I am single now (through the till-death-do-you-part clause of the marriage contract). My husband Barry was a good man and celebrated 30 years in AA. I am overly educated, with an MBA. My life felt terminally in-limbo while caring for a sick husband, but I am free now. I see all things as being in transition. Impermanence is the ultimate fact of life. Nothing remains the same, good or bad.

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