I think we’re all done. There is nothing left for nonsense and red tape when working in a hospital. There nothing left for another e-mail from school about a missed assignment. There should be nothing left for to return a passive-aggressive message to a religion teacher that contained most uncharitable language and suggestions requiring dexterity and cartoonish imagination. But there is something left for that. Which means there is even less left for laundry and cleaning and cooking and the urban warfare that is obtaining essentials. And patience for those behind the fence with us. I’ve lost that. And also for forgiveness when all shit is lost and behavior bypasses bare civility and dives into blatant selfish assholery. We’re all done. And then somehow we do it again.
I’m kicking my own ass and soul everyday and it’s not helping. Be kind. Forgive. Save something, however that looks, for another day. We have to do it again tomorrow. If we’re lucky.