It feels strange and disconnected to go about life as though everything is fine.  As though a war isn’t happening on European soil for the first time in eighty years.  As though people aren’t fleeing for borders and huddled in makeshift bomb shelters.

It feels strange and wrong.

But what else can I do?  Can John do?  We can pay attention, obviously.  But I don’t know that there is anything actionable we can do right now besides donating money to organizations and efforts to help the Ukrainian people.

My exhaustion is so palpable it’s actually hard to describe.  Physically, mentally, emotionally.  Life feels so exceptionally difficult.  But we’re watching “Only Murders in the Building” …. Which both adds to the exhaustion (how is this what I’m doing while a country is being attacked?) and relieves the exhaustion (with escapism and a break from the constant scrolling).

We’re going to bed before eight pm again.  That’s where we’re at.

Xox, g