Weekend wasn’t bad; bit of rain here and there, though we got out to Crazy Rooster on Sunday afternoon for an hour or so; it’s a nice place, will be an *awesome* hang-out and chill sort of place if ‘rona accommodations ever end, and the Late Day Shadow NE IPA is kinda divine.

It’s been a fairly typical sort of week so far, with additional sides of social distancing and the lovely spouse working on clearing out some closet space. I work, I bike, I watch the occasional thing on television, and I agonize about the cause of the weird algae bloom that’s clouding up my fish tank. I think I’ve been overdoing the Flourish excel plant supplement, so I’m pausing on that, cutting back the lights for a day or two, and changing some extra water. Fish don’t seem to mind, but I do.

In between meetings on Wednesday, I’ll likely skim the headlines, work through my outrage about them (really, it’s outrage fatigue at this point), and check the primary results; we did our votes absentee this time around, which was simple convenient. A quick check Tuesday after the polls closed had our incumbent Representative winning in a walk (seriously, 80%-20% or thereabouts), which didn’t surprise me. My expectation is that the primaries are going to lean left and anti-45. I’m really curious about the Kentucky primary for Senate, as there’s been some drama. I expect that’ll take a couple of days to settle out at least.

But yeah, beyond that point of interest, it’s same old, same old.

This post feels kind of like a contractual obligation thing; most of them these days do, because it kind of feels like much of the novelty has been wrung out of the world; one can only talk about the stress of dealing with this once-in-a-century situation we find ourselves in so much before it gets repetitive. At least I’ve kind of settled into the new normal, no longer fighting with crippling anxiety; it’s just the usual low-level buzz, though I’d be dishonest if I didn’t admit that I’m quicker to frustration and anger than I usually am.

But, writing about it helps a bit, and maybe someday far-flung historians will find this on a dusty server under the collapsed remains of a forgotten data center after the apocalypse, and it’ll help future generations understand 21st century middle aged ennui.

Just doing my part; that’s all.