(elder care, justice, covid-19, work)

Tuesday midafternoon: i'm feeling out of it, "hangover" from last week. And then i find my friend and colleague from work is believes she is going to be let go because of the resistance to people working from home (plus, probably, some mix of racism and sexism). She has a stroke survivor mother at home who needs 24/7 attention and has happily been working from home since before the pandemic. But that doesn't count anymore. I am sick about it: guilt that i can work from home, so special, angry about some of the bad dynamics that are microagressions from one frame. ("Oh that's just T---, always so negative, but he doesn't mean any harm," is the other frame.)

Tuesday evening: teared up in conversation with Dad, triggered by frustration with his exhaustion and self preoccupation. He was complaining about his long hard day, and i just sort of snapped. I felt all of my exhaustion and the sense of trying to carry him and support him and his fighting it.