When trying to write this week’s column, I found myself coming up empty. To be honest, doing anything creative has been a struggle lately. “Mental molasses,” my friend Sarah described it. I suppose navigating through a state of disbelief every day can be stifling. My day starts at 8:30 a.m.; reluctantly I drag myself into the shower, first hot and then freezing cold. I close my eyes and pretend I’m beneath a waterfall. Then, I sit outside and listen to the birds (they’ve been a lot louder lately), have my morning Zoom meeting, and try to adjust to this new reality. I finish work at 5:30, attempt some exercise, make dinner, and indulge in a cup of tea or glass…
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