Going nowhere. Do you remember:
‘A slow sort of country!’ said the Queen. ‘Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!’
I don't like it, but I still have to. I have to stay here, to wait for tomorrow without any changes. So typical of my life nowadays.
I couldn't come back to the other city this spring, and it's unusual. Seems less and less probable. You won't share your emotions, you never tell... but it doesn't happen. And that's the difference. So easy.
Got tired. Just got tired.
But - a blue sky has come back. And that's good news.