I feel we're letting ourselves give in to some deep tiredness, possibly as preparation for sleepless nights and a non-optimal sleep schedule.
Our schedules are cleared out, except for our upcoming medical appointments. We don't have places to be, and have a great excuse to not see people. I swim sometimes, to stay active. The phone is always near, and in other multiverses there's a notification mentioning a feeling a contraction, but there isn't one here or now. There will be, and that moment seems right around the corner. For now, we carry on and eat lots of takeout.
I've never had to, but I imagine this is what waiting for Jesus would feel like.
