Tired and scared.

Once again, sleeping until I can no more;
2am – 3am – 4...

Trusty clock radio by my side...usually my friend, at times, best...only.
Tonight, an enemy; with its never-ending flood of statistics;
numbers that keep on rising, vaccine still months away.
The logistics of eventual distribution; staggering beyond compare.

I feel like crap. Comes and goes. Brain aches, body aches.

A black hole in space. Keep your distance, reader,
lest I suck you, your own sick, tired...problems and all,
into my vortex.

Writing is helpful, tires me out, but in a good way.
After a half hour of struggling...fighting...arguing with words,
I climb back into bed.

Not tonight radio, you will not have me again.
Press the OFF button, awaiting those first shards...shades of daybreak,
to take me back to a better place...

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12/01/2020

Author's Note: Although I’ve faired pretty well, mental health wise over the course of the virus, with the help of TV and radio, every so often, at the right moment, the full gravity of the situation hits me, and I am left feeling naked and defenseless against COVID-19. Having just had surgery doesn’t help either. After being under anesthesia, I tire easily, sleep often, to the point that at times I’d rather be asleep than awake. But I’m eating well and not overdoing it. On the bright side, the gash on my belly is healing well, and isn’t as painful as it was last week.

Posted on 12/01/2020
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