Wumbo Wednesday With Weaselo: I’m Tired

I’d make this past weekend’s “Someone you know and tolerate played the national anthem at a minor league baseball game and all we got was some pictures that don’t have him in it.” But I’m not doing great today. Madre Weaselo’s in the hospital with pneumonia, and I’m having terrible invasive thoughts with both parents having been in for things this year, and some things I don’t want to go into detail with on how Senorita Weaselo’s doing.

And it’s hard to take care of yourself like people urge and remind you to when it feels like everyone around you is also falling apart, and it just feels like “Me next… probably.” Harder still when there are days where it feels like it’s not worth the time or the effort. Harder even still when to be honest, that feels like most days. Maybe tomorrow, there’s a job to do today. Maybe tomorrow, there’s someone to take care of and they need me a hell of a lot more than I need myself that day. I hope I can live up to their expectations, or what good am I?

And as we know, if I’m going to the hospital for something I am probably not in great shape. Like gallbladder removal, which was the last time. And as the people who know me know, especially these days, I don’t want to talk until the dam’s on the cusp of failing, the mask can keep no longer, and I feel like I may lose everything or everyone I hold dear.

Sorry it’s not so Wumbo tonight. Have some music.