Lockdown: Don’t remember much but the voices remember it all

I’m writing about Monday on Thursday night at 10:55. Silly.

I had all kinds of trouble falling asleep Sunday night. I don’t really want to get into it, but it’s like turning off the part of my brain that was stressed about the election turned on the part of my brain that replays all the stupid things I’ve ever said and done. It was miserable.

The work day was difficult and kind of a blur. I know I didn’t produce any drafts. I did respond to emails. Spent a little time editing web content.

I spent a good chunk of my work day getting ready for the writer’s conference I’m attending over the next two weeks. It’s the conference I went to in Boston two Novembers ago. Although I didn’t travel this time, I did spend some time clearing some mental space. To see things with novice eyes, as a wise Japanese chef in Seattle once advised Reid.

I also spent time setting up my green screen for the Zoom meetings. That took much longer than it should have.

Breakfast was a couple of hot dogs with sauerkraut, ketchup, and mustard. Bad but good. Lunch was corned beef hash with hapa rice and a couple of eggs. Bad but bad. I regretted it so much I skipped dinner, opting instead for a couple of clementines.

Crush Girl texted me to ask for some help with a letter she was writing. One of my favorite kinds of messages. I love helping people with writing. Jennifer sent me a link about Powell’s (the Portland bookstore) but I haven’t read it yet.

That was it. This might seem short because I’m writing about it two days later, but Monday really wasn’t very outstanding in any way. And I was freaking tired from the stupid voices in my head Sunday night.

I’m a little bit of a mess. I was Monday and I am Wednesday night. More about that when I get around to writing about Tuesday.

Don’t forget to leave a comment if you need someone to connect with. I’m probably not much use to you this week but I’ll get it together!

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