Mary McNamara: January ennui has never felt worse than this year. We need masks. But also ice cream
My old dog has spent the better part of the morning barking at nothing, or maybe everything, and I know exactly how she feels. Nothing has happened this morning that hasn't happened a million times before — no new sounds, no new people, no weird smells. We did get a puppy a month ago, but for the most part the old dog likes the new one; she certainly hasn't found him a distraction worth barking over for an entire morning.
No, I think she has just had it, and I get that. I wake up each morning, confront my various screens and think, "Is this fretful ennui ?" I look at my husband as he kindly (and perhaps self-protectively) makes me coffee and think, "I love for a nice 10-hour day uninterrupted by requests for a forgotten password, the location of car keys or just that I 'come look at this'?"
