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beansideMonday, and lord, I'm tired. Covid hasn't been that bad for me so far, but the fatigue and brain fog is real. I was not happy when my alarm went off and indeed just laid there for a little while debating on the merits of getting up. I could have handled another hour or two of sleep. I did end up doing a half day yesterday, and laid down for a bit. Today I have the inbox, so I'll have to be relatively productive, which is annoying. Oh well.
Yesterday, I did nothing but pace the internet. The one nice thing is that since the entire house had covid, I'm not confined to my room or anything. I can putter around the house as usual, I just can't go anywhere. Since I don't go anywhere anyhow, this is not a problem.
Actually, I'm probably putting on shoes more often, since someone has to run my sister over to the rehab. Of course, the last three times we've taken her, there's been a spot open right in front of the unit, so that's been a little annoying. It's like it's mocking me for having put on clothes.
Between Covid and Dad, it feels like the real world is in abeyance around me. It's making it difficult to look forward to Disney. It's only 18 days until we leave and suddenly, that feels way too soon. Hopefully, after I talk to Dad's caseworker tomorrow, I'll have a better picture of what things will be like by then.
I'll admit, there's a tiny part of me that's panicked about having covid so close to a vacation. Last time, it kicked my ass so hard for months. I don't have it anywhere near as bad as I did in 2020, but the anxiety is still there.
Okay, time to go put on pants and attempt to be an adult. Everyone have a wonderful Monday!
Yesterday, I did nothing but pace the internet. The one nice thing is that since the entire house had covid, I'm not confined to my room or anything. I can putter around the house as usual, I just can't go anywhere. Since I don't go anywhere anyhow, this is not a problem.
Actually, I'm probably putting on shoes more often, since someone has to run my sister over to the rehab. Of course, the last three times we've taken her, there's been a spot open right in front of the unit, so that's been a little annoying. It's like it's mocking me for having put on clothes.
Between Covid and Dad, it feels like the real world is in abeyance around me. It's making it difficult to look forward to Disney. It's only 18 days until we leave and suddenly, that feels way too soon. Hopefully, after I talk to Dad's caseworker tomorrow, I'll have a better picture of what things will be like by then.
I'll admit, there's a tiny part of me that's panicked about having covid so close to a vacation. Last time, it kicked my ass so hard for months. I don't have it anywhere near as bad as I did in 2020, but the anxiety is still there.
Okay, time to go put on pants and attempt to be an adult. Everyone have a wonderful Monday!
