One woman lost her job.
Another woman lost her mother.
Another woman, 35 weeks pregnant, lies in the hospital, 35 weeks pregnant, semiconscious.
I go to my job and tell people they are filling out their forms incorrectly. At Morris dance, I worry that I have nothing to offer, that my dancing sucks and that they don't want the other things that I can do. I tell myself I'm going to do laundry after work today, but I'm so tired when I get home, that once again, it does not get done.
Such a gap between what is important and what my life is.