Yesterday proved to be one of those lie-about-on-the-couch-and-get-very-little-accomplished-days. Even though I had the best of intentions.
Just no energy to clean, zing, zang, zip or zow. (I don’t know what zow means, but the Urban Dictionary says it’s an acceptable word for Scrabble or Words with Friends, so we’re going with it. We can only hope it doesn’t mean anything which will result in extreme embarrassment, in which case I may never get off the couch.)
I’m hoping today will be better but so far it’s not portending well. I don’t even have the energy to further pursue the etymology of zow.
Not sure what’s worn me out. Not sleeping well this week? The sadness in our community about the virus deaths? Concerns about other extended family members?
I dunno. All of the above, none of the above, do we really know?
What do you do when you have zero energy? Do you read books, cocoon, cuddle, do crosswords or other puzzles, meditate, cruise the internets?
I don’t have energy to meditate or connect with the holy when zamfizzled. Zamfizzled is definitely not a word, but who cares at this point? It should be a word. (Bamboozled and Zamzoodled are words. Zamzoodled couplings are designed to replicate the chopper (Norwegian) type buffer-couplers as used on many narrow gauge railways. Please don’t bother to put that in your brain; you will never need to utilize zamzoodled again in the remaining days of your life unless perhaps you’re an engineer.
I stare at the computer, ipad and phone a lot when zamfizzled. Cruise Facebook. Ask friends if they have their Christmas decorations up yet. Excessively look at stats of every variety. Watch Netflix movies. Do online jigsaw puzzles, way too many of ’em. Send out Messenger and text messages to buddies. Veg out.
A lot of readers have visited this blog looking at the Heartbreaking covid week in our community post. Facebook shared it thirty two times and WordPress says over 1,600 people have visited the story thus far. Maybe my energy feels zapped at the thought of sharing such sad news with so many folks. It’s not fun to imagine sixteen hundred heavy hearts pausing at your blog doorstep.
The local nursing home administrator told Barry yesterday that one additional elder has died, bringing the total to fourteen deaths.
But I am conversely happy to have shared what happened–if it helps folks awaken to the reality that this coronavirus is a serious thing. There have been far too many who have waved it away, refused to mask, deemed it a hoax. It felt very important to say–look, please look at your fellow vulnerable humans and choose your actions of masking, distancing and congregating very carefully. Think about the whole of us. Please.
We’re all zamfizzled at times in 2020, aren’t we?
Wishing all of us a nonzamfizzled day unless we need zamfizzling, in which case find your extra cozy blankets and settle in on the couch with your cup of coffee or tea. Stay away from the refrigerator if possible, though. Emotional eating is for the birds, the nuthatch chirped as he watched you nibbling blue chips. Just zamfizzle quietly and occasionally very gently pat your chest murmuring, “There, there, human. There, there. It’s OK. It really is OK.”
Day 49 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.