Strange days, these. Everything is modified, everything is different from usual. So many things done in the hope of achieving what may or may not come. All we can do is try and hope and keep going as long as is necessary, either until we succeed or until it no longer makes sense to persist.
Success would be nice, of course. Especially an early, direct success.
All these new things and all this new uncertainty piled atop all the old things and all the old uncertainty.
It will all pass, of course. But for now, at least, the balance of hope, fear, and outright fatigue is one worth trying to shift in a better direction.
While I’ll be able to talk about these things more plainly someday, being cryptic is the order of the day. None of this is likely to make much sense outwardly, but it makes sense to me and it needs to be said, if only so I sleep a little better tonight and can push forward a bit further tomorrow.
