![]() ![]() All of which brings us to Roddy Doyle’s The Commitments. To combat this, I’ve been combing through my TBR pile to find the slimmest volumes I can, so that I can think “well at least I finished a book today”. ![]() I am very grateful to be only contending with blah-ness at this point (earlier parts of the pandemic had much bigger challenges), but still the blah feeling is there. Given all of this, I’ve been struggling with feeling pretty blah - every day feels the same and I don’t feel that I have accomplished much, either on any given day or in the last year. More than half of adults have gotten at least one vaccine dose (yay!), including me (YAY!), but it will probably be another couple of months before things really get back to normal, or whatever “normal” looks like post-pandemic. In the US, it feels like we’re in the metaphorical last hour of the COVID shutdowns. It doesn’t matter if I’ve driven 200 miles or 600 miles, that last hour just draaags. I don’t know to what extent this is a universal experience, but to me the last hour of a road trip always feels super long. ![]()
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