I’m tired of missing my kitty.
I’m tired of flooding.
I’m tired of drought.
I’m tired of hearing our leaders squabble and debate and posture and speechify in search of political advantage while real people struggle to make ends meet.
I’m tired of turning on my television and seeing an awful day reduced to grief porn for the sake of ratings.
I’m tired of feeling sad and worried about people I love and people I’ve never met.
I’m tired of my promise to try to post every day in September, without which I would not be writing this whiny list.
I’m tired. Bedtime.
Forecast for tomorrow is sunshine. I’m not tired of that.
Until tomorrow, then.