I sort of failed today. I left The Asylum to go pick up my blood pressure meds. I guess I could have arranged for one of my window-ledge crows to go pick it up. But, in violation of the rules, I went to the pharmacy. The pharmacy is in the rear of the grocery store next door. I walked by the coffee aisle. They had coffee. Now, I have BP drugs and coffee. Slightly more ready to face future.
I am not totally with it today. Feeling tired, mopey, scratchy. Caused by not sleeping and allergies and old age. But, these days – we never know. So, except for my escape to get drugs – I have moped around my room all day.
I am just don’t have the right stuff for this war. A war that calls me to serve by doing nothing. My primary objective is to avoid death by coronavirus. And to help others avoid a similar death by doing nothing. Just hide. (all the while trying not to be an assholebitch)
Not to worry about anything. I know me. I will be in a better place mentally tomorrow. I have a very short attention span. And sometimes, that is a very good thing.
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