You know what? This year has been a series of dumpster fires, and the only time I get to spend with people in person is physically distanced outdoors, so you would think that the weather would at least cooperate.
But nooooo , fall in my area has been about three days of beautiful leaves and blue sky surrounded by unpleasantly cold rain and general blah weather.
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It’s almost getting cold enough at night that I half-expect the rain to turn to wet snow by morning.
And I am not ready for that.
Though if there’s one upside to not being able to go anywhere or do anything, it’s that I’ll feel zero guilt when I fail to shovel my driveway regularly.
When this Murphy’s Law of a year began to make itself apparent, I naively thought that perhaps I’d miss being around people.
I don’t.
If anything, lack of regular exposure has made those small peeves that used to be easy to overlook much more annoying.
If construction is happening in a neighborhood and everyone is at the office, does it make a sound?
Because it certainly seems to blow out my eardrums regularly now that I’m working from home.
Maybe once our long trudge through the suck has ended — or at least stabilized into normalcy — we should just retire Murphy’s Law. Everything that can go wrong has happened, right?
And yet who knows what the future has in its back pocket? Ugh.
