Yesterday was my spouse’s birthday, Gentle Reader, so I made a nice dinner and a red velvet cake and we watched some of a good horror movie (Black Christmas). Then I went to bed early and woke up around 1:30 and couldn’t fall back asleep until about 4.
I took Friday, Saturday, and will take today off, by suggestion of my therapist. I’m having a hard time concentrating on my work, which seems pointless in the face of this pandemic. But the truth is that I need to work. It will center and calm me, and give me something to focus on other than the pandemic.
Tomorrow, I give blood. Wednesday, I have to go to the doctor for non-Covid19 reasons. Other than that, I’m staying home.
The Postmodern Bluestocking 