Fatigue

Sam Rosenthal
2 min readMay 8, 2020

Love in the Time of Corona—Day “I’ve Lost Count”

I haven’t written in a while. Sorry about that.

This crisis hits us in weird ways, at weird times, in waves we try to anticipate but can’t. I don’t have words for you right now like I usually do—just a collection of thoughts and a lurking feeling that I’m over this, I want it to go away, and I know it’s not going to.

Tomorrow I’ll wake up and I’ll be fine, I know that. It’ll be a sunny day in Los Angeles, a Friday, and there will be plenty to look forward to even now in the time of the tragically bizarre.

But tonight, I’m tired of it. The virus, the political hellscape, the news cycles, the protestors, the conspiracy theorists, the glaring racial and socioeconomic disparities in our country—all of it.

I was talking with my dad the other day about when I’ll get to see him again. We were legitimately discussing each of us driving halfway across the country and meeting in the middle, because that seemed like the easiest option.

My mom’s birthday is Saturday. Mother’s Day is Sunday. Won’t be there for either of those. Already missed Passover, and the High Holy Days aren’t looking too rosy. (But hey—next year in Jerusalem.)

I’m not trying to bring you down, it’s just exhausting sometimes, and I’m sure you’ve felt it, too.

Fatigue is one of the trademark symptoms of this virus, after all.

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Sam Rosenthal

Stories about sports, travel, spiritual awareness and all things human. In other words: Life. www.samrose101.com.