Late, in Love, and a Little Drunk: I Miss Covid

I was thinking this the other day, only to have an acquaintance speak the words out loud at a gathering; its not an unpopular thought. Naturally we're not talking about the islolation, illness and death of covid, but the slower paced life. I miss being able to rest without guilt, to focus on a project and not be pressed for time. I miss my group of friends who I got toegther with at least weekly, but who are now ensconced in their non covid lives and activities. Anyone else feel this way?

This morning I scrolled through my old blog, Daily Observations, looking at the photos and reading posts. I was spurred to do this when I realized not only am I not blogging, but I'm not taking photos either, which may not sound like a big deal, but I've lived with a camera in my hand since I was 18. So, whats going on? I'm not making things or crafting either, two other things that make up my identity. Hmmm.

I'm tired. My blood work is ok, but, I just woke up from an hour and a half nap, and by 9;30 this evening I will be head bobbing. It could be because I've started working at the chocolate shop two days a week, 1pm-9:30pm, which wouldn't be bad, except that I wake up without fail at 5am. I've tried staying up late, but 5am rolls around and my eyes are open, which is when my coworkers are just going to bed.

I think all of these things could be attributabled to being stressed about making money. I have enough for the present, but the not too distant future is bleak. During covid I had a more fatalistic outlook; why worry about finances and the future, theres a good chance I'm going to die anyway. Yeah, there are a couple of aspects that I miss about covid.

Pictures I did take; Iris that match the vase.