I started a pandemic journal on advice from WaPo. Although I do about 99% of my writing at a keyboard, I am doing this in longhand because it feels more natural somehow. If I am typing my words onto a screen I will be tempted to edit, and the purpose of the journal is to record my unedited life, emotions, and stuff.
I just surveyed the word cloud in the right-hand sidebar. Over the years the things I have written the most about are:
- Knitting. Duh.
- Links about knitting.
Coronavirus is still after “Family “, “Books”, and “Food and Drink” and roughly equal to “Accounting”, “Hats”, and “Holidays”. Draw from that whatever conclusions you want.
My stoic Scandinavian self has always been prone to depression, but 30+ years on antidepressants keeps it nicely in check… until the past week or so. Besides pondering the existential doubt about the need to floss, I have been drinking more (Two manhattans before bed? Yikes!) and showering less**, not to mention a recent loss of energy. Every day during the lockdown I have looked back and given myself a little pat on the back for any productive thing I did that day — baked bread, closed out the county party’s books for the month, made labels for the new file cabinets’ drawers, organized some stuff in my office. (Some of these things required a lot more energy than others.) On Sunday, however, I came up zilch on productive things, although I did go along on the daily dog walk to the mailbox.
Therefore, on Monday, I showered, did laundry, had a Zoom meeting with the party steering committee, and baked bread. I have also decided to limit my intake of coronavirus news (and hard liquor!), plus getting outside every day. Depression, begone!
Message from Younger Son when I messaged him asking if he was okay. (We had not heard from him in over a week.)
“Went for a nice ride yesterday and am cleaning around the house today
Many young people grapple with these and similar ideas during their college years. YS did not go to college and so is thinking about them later, albeit with a good deal more maturity than the typical college student. Whatever his conclusion, and I think we all know there are no absolute answers, I respect his quest.
Over the weekend I got a message from Capital One/CreditWise that my email address had been compromised on the Dark Web; also, my credit score had dipped a few points because their data showed that I had applied for something with a $20,000 line of credit — which of course I had not done. I spent Sunday afternoon changing passwords on vulnerable accounts — my Gmail, financial, Facebook, etc. Somehow in the process I eliminated my personal Gmail from LastPass, the password manager I use. So I spent a fair bit of time Sunday night and Monday re-gaining access to it on my laptop, iPad, and phone. To top it all off, when I checked CreditWise today that new line of credit appears to have gone away. Was that initial message a phishing attempt? Who knows? But changing password periodically is a best practice, so the whole thing was not a waste.
Useful information concerning those mythical $1,200 checks we are waiting for. The article gives actual dates for different situations. I now know we haven’t gotten our checks because I applied last year’s refund to this year’s taxes, knowing we might have a balance due because of the Jeopardy winnings received in 2019.
Reading is liberating.
NYTimes piece by the judge who won our Supreme Court election.
Gentle humor from Liz Climo.
Comforting words about productivity. Pro tip: do not read the comments. They are downers.
More comforting words, this time about mental processing.
Sidewalk art done by an actual artist.
My quarantine name is Umami Soapy Washlord.
For the math nerds among us.
Fireworks at Mt Fuji.
Someone was moving the beer traps.
Classic movie bloopers.
This music teacher wrote a song to share with her students during lockdown. From my SIL in Canada – thanks, Kathleen!
* Thus endeth my attempt at a Jersey accent.
** Or showering at all. I shall not reveal how long it had been.