Does every day seem like Wednesday to you?
It never feels like the beginning of the week any more. Or, the end.
It just feels like some nebulous place that is neither here nor there.
It seems, as Wednesdays actually are, as far away from the weekend as you can get. Far away from nights out, restaurants, concerts, day hikes, farmers’ markets. Baseball.
Just one big endless Wednesday.
I have so few routines that haven’t been upended in some way in the past two months.
I rarely check the clock anymore, and I am often surprised when I do.
“It’s 9:30? How did it get to be 9:30?”
“Two o’clock already? I guess I forgot to have lunch.”
Some would say this is a good thing. That being untied to a clock or calendar is a reprieve from the demands of artificial time.
But, I like being tied. I like being needed. I like having something to do. Somewhere to be.
I miss this.
According to a new Gallup poll, 59 percent of Americans reported that they worried “a lot” back in March when this mess unfurled. Just 47 percent now.
In that poll, 72 percent of Americans reported being happy “a lot of the day yesterday.” That’s a five-percent increase from late March.
Am I happier?
Well, it’s 10 a.m. and I’m still in my pajamas, still enjoying my morning coffee. Continue reading