There are times when things get to a point where one is completely emotionally exhausted, devoid of the reserves of energy that we usually use to get by.
It is tiring dealing with the Pandemic and the news that someone in our immediate eyesight has been afflicted. It is tiring dealing with the side effects of the Pandemic and their ramifications. Although in many ways, our lives have been less busy, as we started moving into more normalcy, it was almost taking a toll on us to the point that we wondered how we used to do things before. Adjusting to a new norm was harder than we expected.
There comes a point when the juggling of this and that becomes overwhelming for a moment. Luckily, for me it is usually only a moment, but it can be a dramatic moment when it hits. Today, while on a Zoom, the dog we were dogsitting for, belonging to our son, somehow managed to disappear from eye view. We had put him outside on a safe line within the fenced in yard and yet, Mr. Wiener managed to get out. After looking for him within the yard, I looked outside the fenced in portion to see him on the beloved DMZ and looking at me in an almost whimsical way, just as if to say, like the Gingerbread man, « Catch me if you can. » Some passers-by told us they had seen him cross the street and yet he seemed to linger right near our house. They tried to get him, he resisted, but he allowed me to move up and grab him.
Further investigation showed that he had eaten through the strong retractable leash and that necessitated the purchase of a new one. We brought the errant dachshund into the house and he proceeded to spend a good amount of time wailing for his loss, mainly for his owners as he is very attached.
That, along with a bunch of Zooms punctuated my surprisingly busy and less than calm Sunday.