I have to admit that I am seriously starting to lose track of time. Days, weeks, months, they all seem to be a blur. Because of this darn pandemic, I find myself working at my desk and asking myself, “What day is this, anyway?” I told someone yesterday that the calendar in my head is so messed up anymore that I seem to know only two days: weekday or weekend. And sometimes, I’m not sure of them! 🙂
Seriously, don’t you think we’re stuck in some cosmic rewrite of Groundhog Day? Not being able to go anywhere and merely coming back and forth from the rectory to the office is messing up my game. I am so ready for this pandemic to be finished and yet I fear that it is going to go on for some time. I really hope that I am proven wrong on that point; but, I believe we’re still in this for the long haul.
So, I’m not going to ask if today is Thursday or not. Instead, I will just ask, “Is this a weekday or a weekend?”
