Dr. Fauci, I might use a hug.
I’m frazzled, fried and flummoxed. I’m raveled, discouraged and disagreeable – just ask my wife.
What’s extra, I’m bedraggled, befuddled and behaving – which is no enjoyable in any respect.
I admit it. If this unbearable yr may still all of sudden meld into some type of zombie apocalypse, with frogs and fish falling from the sky, I wouldn’t be shocked.
Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
shiny copper kettles and heat woolen mittens . . .
I’m afraid I’ve reached the end of my rope. and that i understand I’m now not by myself. right? You’ve acquired to be feeling the equal means. You simply ought to be.
. . . Brown paper programs tied up with strings
These are a number of of my favourite issues. . .
I’m uninterested in Zoom meetings, of seeing co-employees in sweatshirts and baseball caps and five-o’clock shadows at eight in the morning. and those are only my female co-people! look, when each day is casual Friday then casual loses all meaning. It’s anarchy. no person is even embarrassed via unhealthy hair days anymore. basically we do loads of muddling through.
. . . Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Doorbells and sleigh bells
And schnitzel with noodles . . .
I used to get excited about seeing the Fed Ex truck pull as much as drop off a package at the entrance door. Now – ho-hum – it’s a further box to be tossed on the detox pile.
. . . Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a couple of of my favorite things . . .
and i can’t get a mask that fits right. The little elastic loops harm my ears and my glasses steam up.
. . . ladies in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that reside on my nostril and eyelashes
Silver-white winters that soften into springs
These are a number of of my favourite things . . .
It’s gotten so dangerous that I’m now dressing up in a sports coat and tie to take the dog for a walk simply to destroy up the monotony of the day. sure, I seem to be snazzy however it’s not working.
If only there changed into something I could try this would shake me from my doldrums, whatever thing that might soften the tough edge of 2020.
. . . When the dog bites
When the bee stings
once I’m feeling unhappy
I without problems bear in mind my favorite things
after which I don’t suppose so dangerous.
If simplest I may think of whatever. anything.