Even though my body is amazing, and because it has got me thus far without too much going badly wrong or big bits falling off, there’s a mental tiredness. Only my mind? Well sometimes I feel knackered. Most though I’m tired in the head, especially after this horrid year, and especially seeing people not taking it seriously even now, FFS! Maybe the image I found on Pexels / above \ is said to be of someone who is tired, but really it also reminds me of the times I’ve pulled the duvet over my head to cry. You know the type of hot, salty, stickiness way of crying. Similar sticky to wearing PPE, only in PPE you aren’t really able to let the emotions go, for there is a job to do and all that. Geez Louise, the image also looks like a partially covered… moving swiftly on. As yes, people are still dying, good people are still bloody dying in the thousands worldwide. It isn’t just me? Don’t you wonder if covid will perhaps be able to mutate and start all over again here and go even more bonkers? Am I worried? The hell I am! We all need to be, and vigilant, so very, very vigilant (in my opinion based on experience, knowledge and wisdom). I might act very silly and bonkers go lucky happy at times, but not so bloody stupid! I’m keeping risks right to the bone!
Talking of silly (takes a sigh breath), I wonder if they miss me in Post Grad Library and how I always loved to poke the pointy finger bone of the skeleton, right up and attached to the nose hole? Be silly go lucky, but not stupid though.