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.
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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