So, like, pandemic burn-out is real.
I've been really struggling lately with the realization that we've been doing this for almost an entire year. Particularly because this is the time I am normally planning out our travel for the year, purchasing the tickets, booking reservations, making plans and getting excited. Alas, not this year.
I also finished work on a house this week that has an incredibly gorgeous pool, which TBQH wasn't helping my craving for warm breezes and cold drinks. It's just that this monotony has started weighing so heavily.
And I mean weighing literally, as my body is starting to purge and cry out for rest. Are you as physically tired as I am? Like, just TIRED. My hip flexors ache? And I have no idea how it happened, but I pulled a muscle in my neck somehow. (Bill Larkin gets it.)
All of this added up to us impulse ordering a tiny hot tub over the weekend. And you know what? It's helped, because we both just randomly look out at the patio where it's going to live and think, oooh, hot tub, and then go about our day with a bit more pep.
I guess what I'm saying is you gotta figure out what you have to look forward to, be it tickets to a live-streamed concert, getting a fancy dinner set-up, some gorgeous flowers for no reason, or a new escape-room puzzle. Or maybe even a new room.
Because we gotta stay sane as we're staying safe.
