Day 2,504 —Everything is Gray— ( with Warm Sky, over Forty-Four, and at Blackburn)

I would have done more if I had more time, but I felt a little rushed today trying to fit this run in. 

I am happy it is Friday, but that also means that today is my last day to get work done for the week and write my lessons for next week. 

I keep thinking about how it has been a year almost since we went on lockdown. Things were so different last year at this time and looking back makes me feel nostalgic for those earlier times. 

When I think about the future, I think about explaining this year to my daughter, and she will be in such disbelief that this all happened right when she was born. I will probably tell her how important her contribution has been to her mother and me to help us stay focused on what matters through this strange time. 

Will it ever end? Will it get better? Will a day exist when I am not consumed with thoughts of mortality? I get that you cannot predict something like this, but you cannot blame me for asking.