Wednesday 20 January
So I prepared a little of today’s post yesterday in anticipation of another day of abnormal normality. But I will shift it to another day.
Because today has been a day worth writing about. I have noticed that most days are manageable if somewhat challenging, but others are a real struggle. Saying that, it’s probably not fair to say that the whole day has been tough. The truth is I am knackered. And it shows.
It’s been a day when everything has piled up, again. A record 1,820 Coronavirus deaths in the past twenty-four hours. The government expecting more and more from us in schools. And the staff in schools expecting more again from the leaders. Everyday feels like being neck deep in a swamp of demand and never-ending surprise.
The underside of my eyes are heavy with tiredness, I haven’t been sleeping well. I’m waiting for my new glasses because a cataract has adjusted my sight. American politics, flooding in parts of the UK, exams cancelled, the kids not able to get outside to socialise with friends. It just feels relentless at the moment.
Storm Christoph is blowing intensely outside and I would usually look and see the majesty of that. The power of nature that shrinks all of my daily toil into just ‘stuff’. But even that is proving difficult.
Probably best that I finish writing this post, give Mabel one more hug, and head up to bed. I know I need more sleep, and head-space downtime.
The Bald Birder 