At this point the desire for resolution isn’t impatience, but illness. The endless stress and relentless uncertainty is making me sick. There is only so much you can do to mitigate it; the social, economic, cultural, spiritual, legal world around you has an unavoidable impact. A short fake nuclear war might paradoxically be just the holiday I need!
Hear ya.
Stressed = Desserts spelled backwards 😀👍
