Lockdown: I can’t see clearly now

Aaaaaarrrrrrrrr. I’m writing about Wednesday at 1:02 a.m. Friday. With very bleary eyes.

Very late Tuesday night is my usual laundry time, but because of NaNoWriMo and election stress, I did decide to push it off to Wednesday night. So after not nearly enough sleep (but more than I would have gotten) I got to my desk Wednesday morning and wrote a story for the cancer center’s annual report. It wasn’t especially difficult but it took time. Most of my day, in fact.

I’m fairly pleased with how it came out. It took some amount of finesse I think most readers won’t recognize, but I know what I had to do and I admit I’m kind of impressed with myself. And I’m difficult to impress.

I also proofed a thing we’re printing in a local publication.

I didn’t waste any time when I was done with work. Did some chores, brushed my teeth, packed up the laundry, and loaded the car with my empty water jugs. The nightly NaNo Skype session began at 9:00, but I started writing at about 8:00. By the time we got rolling, I was more than halfway to my daily goal.

It was a nice time, hanging with other NaNoers. The energy was really, really positive. I got a few hundred words past the daily 1,667 goal and called it a night. I was in bed by 10:00, but didn’t get to sleep until about 10:30.

Woke up in the middle of the night, just past 12:00, and ugh. Took a while to get back to sleep. At 2:30 I got up and headed for the supermarket to get drinking water. Then the McD’s drive-through for a Big Mac Combo and then to the laundry.

I’m speeding through this because I’m ridiculously tired.

I got a text from Sharon asking for some help with wording on an announcement. That’s my job. Crush Girl texted to talk a little about her job. My friend Wendy in Manila asked me on FB messenger how the election was going and I told her I can’t talk about it until it’s over.

Breakfast was leftover Portuguese bean soup. So was lunch. I kind of skipped dinner so I could get to bed early.

That’s it. Speed version of my lockdown journal. Leave a comment if you want someone to connect with. Pandemic isolation sucks, and you don’t have to go through it alone. Zip. Zap. Zoom.

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