I am really struggling right now. Maybe even worse than I was in March when our endless lockdown was just, well, endless.
Every morning it’s a real fight to get out of bed. In the end, the only reason I do so is because I have to take the dog out. If he weren’t around, I’d just stay there.
Most afternoons — after I’ve had lunch and taken the dog for a walk — I can’t find the motivation to do anything, so I just take a nap on the sofa. Yesterday it was two hours.
I’ve been trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with me. Is it my diet? Am I eating too much sugar? Do I have undiagnosed diabetes? Is it the weather — it’s been kinda hot and muggy lately. Did I get asymptotic COVID at some point and now have “long COVID” — does that make you tired and listless?
Or is it my lifelong friend, depression? I mean, I did just cancel — again, again, again — my August trip to WDW. And so I’m back to counting down for over another year till I go back. And I did just cancel my DCL cruise. Which I’d gone cold on, but it would have been a thing. I still have my MSC cruise — albeit in two months — but I’m going slightly cold on that, too.
Or is it — this is the whiny part — the never ending misery of COVID restrictions we have in England. They were supposed to be over — after six and a half months — in a week’s time. But they extended them by another month.
I dreamt last night that I just got on a plane and flew to Orlando. Which, of course, I couldn’t do in reality because the US still hasn’t reopened its borders. It’s been 15 months. WDW is apparently back to normal. I’m double-vaccinated. But no dice. There was talk around the time of the G7 — you know, the one where the leaders had a socially not remotely distanced barbecue — of establishing an air corridor between the UK and US. But that’s fizzled out.
Even if I could fly to the US, the quarantining on the return would be too much of a stress. There’s been talk of relaxing it for the double vaccinated like me. Talk. No action.
Our infection numbers are rising exponentially again. So are our hospital admissions. But the latter are mostly unvaccinated people. And our deaths aren’t rising at all.
There’s a major European soccer tournament taking place right now. The body in charge has demanded the UK allow two and a half thousand officials into the country without having to quarantine. Of course the government has said yes, because otherwise we lose the “prestige” of hosting the final. They have literally said they’ll hold it in Hungary, which, by the way, just passed a raft of homophobic legislation that would shame even the GOP. But the rest of us have to put up with never-ending restrictions.
I’m just in an ocean of gloom and I can’t find a way to escape from it.