I went to bed last night and cried until I finally fell asleep. The frustration got to me. So I went with it. Then got up and resolved to get it together. I’m back to strong resolve. Ha ha. I lie!

I’m writing a piece about empathy because empathy seems to be leaving me with my hands empty. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more overcome with empathetic feelings. It’s like the collective is buzzing with loss and I’m plugged in.

I’m glad you got tested. I’m sorry you’ve got pneumonia. Someone below commented to push fluids. That’s just such good solid advice.

Tell Sophie how you are feeling and let her chose a way to keep herself occupied for a doable amount of time. Set a timer. Get your rest in that span of time. She is capable of doing this for you. She’ll be so proud to accomplish it.

Tonight I’m not sure I’ll spend too much time in tears. I took a tylenol PM because I can’t really keep the world spinning with my empathy. I’ll take a pass for tonight.

I keep wishing it would rain. I like when the sky gives it up to match my emotions.