It's killing me, without me even realizing it. Well, I realize it, but, I try to ignore it.
I hate to admit this, but, I think I have aged at least ten years since the beginning of the pandemic. It has been hell, to begin with, but, being denied seeing my family?
Travel comes with the job and so you can imagine how stunted I am feeling about now. A huge hole, Galen. A huge hole.
I agree with all of this and feel it too. Sure, I just harden up and deal with it, that is my way, but in truth there's a soft inside beneath the tough exterior that is hurting right about now. I'm not too proud to admit it. I'm hoping things improve, that travel is back on the radar soon but the borders in my State are about to open up and they're expecting thousands of cases...I don't think we're out of the woods yet and can't see it happening for a while.
It won't. They are getting thousands here. It is exciting to open, but, not really. Be carful out there anyway.
Yeah, as I expected. In South Australia we've had an awesome run but I feel that'll come to an end in the next few weeks. I'm not looking forward to it.
On another, more positive note, you're happy to take me to Arlington Cemetary right? Devonshire tea after and we can tell some lies. Deal?
Just planning ahead for when things come good. 😉