A Personal Re-energize Myself Day

I’m tired.

That’s all there is too it. I’m tired. It’s been one thing after another major irritation for weeks now. I fear the only fun I’m going to be having is the one that is part of the word funeral.

I don’t want to have to greet anyone, arrange anything to meet them, to plan, to evaluate a plan, to complete a plan. I don’t want to schedule anything, anytime, with or for anyone.

And that’s just me. I bet you have your own list of what you do and don’t want to do.

My summer has been consumed, thankfully not by having anyone directly affected by COVID-19 but with one hassle after another in multiple parts of the country. One of the issues would be enough, add them together and you have a combination of a tragedy and comedy, all super strength.

You’ll understand a tiny bit of my angst when I tell you the night before last, I was awakened at 2 am by true party animals, the ones with four legs, not two. While I had been gone due to the pandemic for months, rats moved in between me and the unit next door. The rats were not just moving about, they were clanking, clearly dancing the Macarena rat version. I feared that any minute they’d move from where they were, ten feet from my head, through the wall, asking me to dance.

An exterminator could not arrive for more than a week. I had several more days to go in this sound and action marathon.