"The ubiquitous sense of overwhelm that dogged me for the last six months or so hasn’t gone away entirely, but last week I spent more time with my kids, more time with my wife, and still managed to make a dent in all the work I’ve committed to." From your reply to Jeff - I winced when I read "dent" - On the long, mostly open Highway 50 through Nevada, I've never driven more than 75, I think - feral dogs, rabbits, escaped cons, hitchhikers. In one of Sherman Alexie's stories, Victor and Thomas Builds-the-Fire accidentally run over a rabbit in Nevada - the only sign of life in the vast desert and they're fairly sure the rabbit committed suicide.

This is where my foggy, early morning brain went with your post - stay safe, hug often, God Bless.