When's Day Account

Just a dreary energy day, where I had nothing left after mid-morning and despite any napping, still or nothing left in the tank for the remainder of the day. Echoes of troubles in the house from anxiety, depression, panic, all rolling back from the previous week and weekend, I suppose. 

Suffice to say that this pandemic is taking its toll on me, despite trying to stay in touch with my inner circle via email, phone calls and texting. Still working steadily through revising my horror novel. Just generally anxious about getting groceries, getting organized, getting on with things. 

Had a flirty-flirt thing with someone and realized that back when we were getting together, they were a regular smoker. I  recalled, when we last met, that I couldn't help but wonder what kissing them would be like now. That said, this person is wiser than me and pulled away when I demonstrated my curiosity. So - I was well-behaved, but not due to my comportment particularly, admittedly. I guess I admire her restraint, as strange as that sounds. And her suggestion that I focus and concentrate? Wouldn't do well to share what I might have concentrated on when this person has entered my thoughts.

Still there's some hope in all this mess. Exclamatory vaccination announcements are becoming pleasantly common in all my social media, for which I am grateful and optimistic. For myself and my partner, I had registered us on a waiting list for the nearest pharmacy administering the vaccine. 

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