They never tell you how hard it is. Maybe some of them try, but there is no way, no way at all to let someone really really know. It is just a day, just a day.

I can do one more day. I can't afford to think past that, one day is all I can think of.

Someday I might try to tell someone how hard it is, you think. But what would be the point of that? Of either trying something almost impossible, or of making an attempt at something that will not matter, even if it were possible?

So. Tomorrow, we will do one more day. A "series of emergencies that need attending to," is how my dad put it once.

But still. Shouldn't there be, I don't know--joy--? Somewhere, somewhen?

We are Easter Creatures living in a Good Friday World.