Stop With The Snow Now, Thanks
Enough. Enough now.
As we meander into the second late winter of quarantine, I have nowhere to turn my natural, irrational ire. I can no longer muster outrage for the same things I did last March. I’ve sputtered out. I can’t reasonably be annoyed by life’s little aggravations, when there is so much going on. Complaining while healthy in a pandemic is bad form…