When Will The Music Stop?

Selfie, while writing this blog - April 29, 2021 I recently read an article in the NYTimes about the word languishing and its meaning. How I understand the word and its relationship to me is this: It’s that feeling where you feel drained or unmotivated and just not able to function at full capacity. It’s the space in your mind where you’re teetering between depression and thriving. You know you’ve reached that place when your predominant selection of daytime wear is choosing between different shades of grey sweatpants and being happy with the comfort. Often times you become numb to the chaos surrounding you or are indifferent to the indifference. Throw in a terminal illness and a whopping pandemic and you have the perfect recipe for an award-winning shit soufflé. I just won first prize!  I am Anton’s wife and primary caregiver, Mari. Anton asked me to write today’s blog. I think he just wanted to give his fingers the week off. Like Anton, I am not a writer nor do I feel like I have any