I'm sitting in my bathrobe with wet hair and a headache. I feel sort of hungover and out of it even though I didn't drink last night. Yesterday someone I interviewed for a story threatened to sue my newspaper because I used a quote that I had been given permission to use, which feels like some kind of reporter milestone but also just kind of exhausting. It's been oddly warm here for the past month which has been wonderful, even if it means I don't get to wear my sweaters and boots as often as I might like.
I am stressed out and burned out and tired almost all of the time.
It is March and springtime and we're all just waiting for things to bloom.