There is something very apt about the fact that I've been sitting here staring at this article document for the last half-hour, desperately hoping that my second coffee will perk me up long enough to write.
The jury is still out on that, but considering the state of the world, I think we're all pretty used to working with partially drained batteries right now.
Seriously, though. It feels like the longer things go on, the less time I have between waking from a full night of sleep and passing out on the couch during a Netflix binge.
No, really?! Thank you for confirming that I not only feel like a bag of sloths dragged behind a wheelbarrow, but I also look like it.
And that makes sense. No matter how much time we actually spend sleeping, it can only rest our bodies. Things are too crazy for the kind of mental rest we really need, and that leaves us discombobulated.
We can't get back to bobulated until the world makes some semblance of sense again. Yes, I know there's no opposite for "discombobulated" and I made that up.
I'm too tired to care about English's inconsistent vocabulary and "bobulated" is fun to say.
It's probably going to be a while and we all need to be kind and understanding with each other.
Don't judge the homeschooling dad who is chasing his second cup of coffee with a Red Bull before a work conference call. Or the mom taking an extra long bath while her 10-year-old plays video games all day.
We're all getting whatever rest, physical and mental, we can get right now, because we don't get replacement batteries for life. We just have to keep hoping that, maybe one day, we'll get a full charge again.
