The Coronacation Diaries, Episode 39

Sick of It

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Everyone here is grumpy.

The weather has been waffling between snow and rain for days and no one remembers what the sun even looks like. The daffodils have all given up and buried their sad blooms face-down in the mud.

The dog is too depressed to bark at the mailman. The recycling truck spent 15 minutes pulling forward and then backing up on our road and the dog didn't even lift his head. Couldn't be bothered.

After all that beeping, the recycling truck didn't even pick up our recycling. Cleared everyone else's. Just not ours. Apparently they also couldn't be bothered.

The cats have been snarling and hissing at each other all day. They are sick of us being home. They are sick of each other. They are sick of it.

I sat through 4 different Zoom meetings today. Managed to not drink until the last one. I am also sick of it.

Michael stayed in his pajamas all day. He's pretty damn sick of it.

The boy child announced that we are clearly in the apocalypse because he is so bored that he started watching TED talks. For fun. He's eleven.

The girl child snarled at everyone. All day long. Don't accidentally look in her direction. You will regret it. She is sick of ALL OF THE THINGS.

Everyone here is grumpy. We are tired of each other, we are tired of this house, and we are awfully damn tired of this stupid ass weather.