plague journal day 14
I'm not feeling great about may behaviors and how they're chipping away at my mental health. I feel like I haven't left the house in forever, but I think it was just a few days ago I went and got a new coffee maker. I haven't been doing my marathon training. I can't remember the last time I took a shower. I'm tired of cooking. I'm actually just tired of everything. I'm finding it hard to get engaged in anything I'm doing to kill time. The only positive thing I've managed is to reset my sleep schedule to normal human hours.
The stimulus passed, so I'm not as worried about money, lately. That's going to make things okayish for at least 4 months. Isolation recommendations have been extended another month, though, too. Job stuff hasn't made any progress. I handed over a few more resumes to people to pass around.
I don't think I'm making good progress with the fleas. I mean, I feel like I've won some battles but I hoped the war would be over by now. I think I should call the vet tomorrow, but I really wonder if their office will be open.
I wish there was a fast-forward button. I feel like I'm having a hard time just existing through this. I wish I could just shut down or turn off at least 12 hours more hours out of every day. I feel like I would do a lot better with only have 4 hours each day to keep things running until the next phase comes, whatever that next phase is.
Maybe someday I'll be jealous of the free and idle time I have now. Right now, it is not great.