plague journal day 8
I went shopping today. I was able to get some fruit and meat that wasn't bacon. The Coke wasn't on sale, so I only bought one. I definitely cannot afford to spend $20 a week on soda.
I looked into mortgage relief and it turns out that forbearance is a bad option. You get to delay your payments but then you just owe all that delayed payment at the end of the forbearance period. That's not a better option. I hope they come back to me with better plans for me figuring it out. Making my mortgage smaller is the only way I'm going to be able to last this thing out long-term. I'm increasingly convinced this is going to be long-term.
No one has called me about jobs. To-do today is go out and get my name out there more. I am not hopeful.
I talked to both of my parents yesterday. Dad seems fine but didn't seem too concerned about the world falling apart. I suppose his world is staying pretty much the same. I'm surprised they're still allowing outside visitors at the assisted living facility. Mom is sick but she's not sure it's covid19. I told her she needs to talk to her doc about getting tested, regardless.
I'm not finding adjusting to the new circumstances too hard. Not going out was my regular lifestyle. I'm cooking for myself instead of eating from restaurants. The hardest part is having to think and talk myself out of buying things I don't need. I don't need new video games.
I am finding that the over abundance of free time is not great. I had a lot before, but I was spending more time working than I thought, I guess. I find myself creeping into depression and finding no joy or desire to do anything. I find myself sometimes just sleeping as a way to make time disappear. I need to stay active.