Groundhog Day: We’re all Phil Conners now

Every day feels the same now.

I try to schedule it, and sometimes I get something accomplished, though not as much as I’d hoped. Instead, like clockwork, I find myself in front of a screen, watching or reading or listening to more awfulness, and sharing it. A virus we’ve all caught. And we’re trapped, just like Bill Murray, living that same day over and over. And we’re only two weeks in.

A friend just confessed to being so stressed she’s unable to eat, or sleep. Another spoke to not knowing what to do with her rage. We’re snapping at…