Yesterday was a wash — I spent most of the day in bed, sleeping on and off. I feel fine, it’s not due to being sick, other than sick and tired of the world around me. A 24 hour depression, if you will. At least at this point in my life I know to just roll with it, roll through it, and allow my brain to do what it needs to do.
So yes I feel better this morning, in regards to general outlook on life. I don’t even feel relieved about that. All I feel at the moment is general acceptance that this is, indeed, the terrible world we live in right now.
Meanwhile, I forgot it is Friday and took us on the usual weekend route, southbound over to 3rd Ave. and then up Monroe. Since we got a later start (despite all the sleep, I apparently needed more sleep? Such is depression) I did not take us the whole way up to Publix, as the sun was rising along with the temperature.
It was weird to head that direction on a regular weekday (which is what tipped me off to the fact that it is not, in fact, Saturday); places were open that are normally closed and both parking lots and streets had traffic. I do wonder at the gyms, where apparently face masks are optional? Sweat Therapy, Orange Theory, and Midtown Crossfit were all full of people and none of them wearing masks. *sigh*
But dawn was pretty over rush hour traffic, at least.
This is from the corner of 7th and Monroe, facing east (obvs.) toward the police HQ. Yes, that is “rush hour” these days, a mere fraction of what it used to be. Still and all, the Circle K is always busy, wherever people are headed.
Keely was torn — hot and bothered by the sun and heat, but also wanting to keep walking. I think she would just love to walk all over the world until she couldn’t anymore, if she had the chance.