"It always snows in April," someone told me, my first year up here. So far it's been true every year.
Work was kind of a lot today. I've gotta stop. That's why I'm here now, writing this to you/me. Thought maybe it'd be easier to set aside "the office" when I took the bowtie off, but the cats seemed to like the idea of me doing a coupla more hours at the stationary station (vs the roving one[s]). They're napping behind me.
Of all things, given that it's quarantine, I had a kind of weird interpersonal bump yesterday, in what I guess is still an area that can get to me. Sometimes it's like I'm even more tired of my own sensitivities or vulnerabilities or what you will than I am of being cooped up in the house. Today it was chilly and I didn't go for a walk.
There goes the neighbor guy with the labs. Cadbury and I-forget-who.
Anyway, I did have a good video therapy session. She could probably put SMH as a code on her notes for me, when predictable difficulty arises, like that weird communication light-bulb-feelin' thing. There must be a fear underneath it all, yes? Or some other vestigal thing? Well. I guess maybe I'm the one who's SMH.
Still screwing up my courage for a big grocery trip. Gotta make a solid list. List tomorrow, shopping Thursday? Perhaps. Or I could get a long way on canned pears and crackers, plus what's left in the freezer, the rather-old eggs, most of a chunk of cheddar and --- there's actually a lot. Just no milk to make the oatmeal creamy, for instance. And I'm a tad overdue for acidophilus and bifidus (which I always hear ol' Davi saying, in her goofy accent).
Now, today's bow tie: