Curing pandemic angst with a peanut butter and pickles sandwich?
About 5 hours of sleep in spite of the time change.
And no toys strewn down the hall like recently. Toys were in serious danger of getting crunched by low-vision wheelchair user or blind neighbor from the other side. Don't ask how a teddy bear gets crunched. I did not particularly understand Wonder Boy's grandmother's explanation for the strewn toys but I am glad I piled them out of the main paths.
Awake enough for 9 am FWCC worship and pop in to two worships and a regional gathering. The pandemic angst is all teh people really glad to see other people and to hug. I am so glad I have a cat for at least some physical contact with another creature. But somehow, listening to everyone else made me think again about how shaky my coping really is.
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| Not entirely random bus stop two stops up from where I had lunch the other day |
Besides worship, add 3 more quaker zooms plus the blind prayer warriors. M the great young woman who convenes REALLY REALLY REALLY needs a job that does less damage to her body than whatever repetitive manufacturing thing she has been doing at...And I think I have said that before.
Anyway after blind prayer warriors weekly call, I was HUNGRY. Refrigerator had a couple other options but peanut butter and pickles it was. Also the rest of the buttermilk. Party like it's 1999?

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