The many layers of exhaustion as we approach the one-year mark of the pandemic.
A new year, a new President, an insurrection, stress and fear and gratitude and drawing.
The third surge. Adjusting to life at my parents'. A birthday. We evolve.
Friendship heartache, preschool exhaustion, election anxiety.
Grief, rage, the occasional escape, apocalyptic sky, and finally podding after 3 months of planning
Wildfire season, parenting overwhelm, stress-baking.
Looking back on the second half of July.