Man, are you exhausted or what? I know I am. We all are, right?
In fact, I was thinking of titling today’s blog post Exhausted, but then the phrase “broke down and busted” drifted into my mind.
It comes from a song by a band called The Hilltops, which eventually morphed into Blue Mountain in the 90s. Here are the opening lyrics:
By the side of the road where the weeds grow wild/There’s a woman walking with a fatherless child
With her eyes on the ground, walking hand in hand/Broke down and busted in the promised land.
Regression or Withdrawal?
I couldn’t find a photo on Pixabay to go with those lyrics, but I did a search for exhausted. Hence the cat picture.
Between the pandemic and the nationwide protests here in what Joni Mitchell once called “Good-Old-God-Save-America,” I think a lot of people are feeling broke down and busted.
And I don’t know if it’s a regression into childhood or a withdrawal into myself, but I chose that cat photo because it struck a chord with me.
We had a cat named Gumdrop when I was a young boy (yes, I named her), and she got a little notch in her ear from a fight—like the cat in the picture. I hadn’t thought about that little notch, or the cat for that matter, in years.
Cats sleep about twenty hours a day on average, I once read, and then spend the other four hunting, eating, or whatever. I don’t know about you, but I envy them right about now.
So I’m going to keep this short today. Stay safe, everyone—and get some rest.