You work on Saturdays and Sundays, so Thursday and Friday have become the weekend, which has already succeeded in confusing things. On this un-weekend we wrote a list and did most of the things on it except for cutting your hair which seems to get put off mainly because I’m cyclically worried about not doing a good job after that small incident in the east of France two years ago when I forgot to put the black plastic trimming piece back on halfway through.
"But I think still, a lot, about all this time we’ve been stopped inside of, over a year now of caution and anxiety and trying not to spend too much time reading the news—it all feels a bit like the bumblebees that intermittently thump into the windows."
How do you always find the perfect analogies? This is it, this is exactly it. Bumblebees.
"But I think still, a lot, about all this time we’ve been stopped inside of, over a year now of caution and anxiety and trying not to spend too much time reading the news—it all feels a bit like the bumblebees that intermittently thump into the windows."
How do you always find the perfect analogies? This is it, this is exactly it. Bumblebees.