I’d be surprised if you didn’t feel it over the past week: A sense of deep, dull despair the likes of which you swore you hadn’t quite felt this urgently over the course of the pandemic. You may have said - or heard from someone else - that you’d really hit the wall this time. You may have just felt like tearing your hair out just to feel something.
Now I feel despair that all I am is old. I'ma make some soup.
Look, Flynn, Uncle Mitch got the point! <3