The floor is lava.
To move across the room, you have to leap from couch to chair to coffee table to kitchen counter… That game we all played as kids? Well, I’m revisiting the action.
With all the new job stuff going on, my mental health gunk seems to have congealed into a slow-moving, lava-like substance just waiting for me to topple into it and burn to a crisp.
So far, I’ve kept my balance, not made any unnecessarily risky jumps and am still char-free…
But the lava awaits and I fear my knees are getting jittery.
Bottom line: For some of us the floor is lava.