Still breathing?

I’ll be brief.

You get a day and a night.

One full day, one full night to pout, mope, whine, beg, plead, stomp, bellow.

(If you’re Black, you get to do this through the weekend.)

And then, we get back to work.

This life is why we are here. We wanted to be of use in a time of great need.

(Black people, no one is coming to save us. We are all we’ve got.)

Let it out. Let it all out.

We won’t have time for this later so let it all out now.