Have you lived always with your heart and half your mind far away?
The Children of Húrin
Apparently at least half my mind is far away on the regular, but it came back this evening to remind me to post this, quite literally at the eleventh hour.
It’s not a great sign of stability and well-adjustedness to relate to Tolkien’s tragic hero, walking disaster, and self-saboteur, the fabulously broody Turin Turambar, but here we are in 2021 and it definitely feels like we’re dealing with a “cloud of Doom” bringing us “down into darkness and despair.”
But as long as we can maintain enough presence of mind to recognize our friends so we don’t kill them accidentally, I’d say it’s a win. Though Beleg wasn’t even wearing a mask, so I don’t know what that does to our odds.
Fictitiously Yours 