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I walked at the Reservoir in the fog this morning listening to the Silmarillion. We got to school on time today and that is something to celebrate. We watched Andor last night. Did laundry. Much excitement. Doing OK with our far off child. It's probably easier because she's in college most of the time. As long as we they don't have earthquakes, missiles from Iran or another Intifada, I'll be OK and just worry about her getting COVID. Good times.

Yesterday I read How to Keep House While Drowning. It wasn't helpful for housekeeping for me, (though the shame piece was resonant), but it was enlightening about the challenges that some people face. It gave me compassion for the folks I know with ADHD and depression. I can't imagine some of the things described in the book. It's like speculative fiction to me. Clean up the trash and dishes in your bedroom - why are there dishes in your bedroom?  And don't you have a small trash can there anyway? Why would you need a laundry basket in every room? Do people take off their clothes in random places and throw them on the floor? I can see how important this book and its message is though. Do you ask someone with a broken arm, why can't you just type or use a pen? When I had a bad hip, why did I just wear slip-on shoes? Would someone call that lazy? Such stigma. In the end, it makes me thankful for my exec function and motivation privilege.

March grinds on. Cold this morning, so I'll save my walk for a midday library trip. I didn't get out yesterday either because of events. Violet had rehearsal and we had book club. So glad to get that over with. It's been hanging over me. Another rat in my belly extinguished. At this rate, it may be a year before I have to host or do anything. And we avoided in person meeting. We watched the last 80 Days and the Oscars last night. I did manage to get basic housework done, but I despair of doing any clean up projects. Every week I pledge to do it in the evening, but it's hard to get any momentum.

Saturday night we watched My Man Godfrey and Nightmare Alley. It's fun to watch movies instead of our interminable TV shows.

It looks like a quiet week. Nothing much looming. I'm sorry to miss Honey's performance this weekend. I wish I could sneak on a plane and get down there. It does feel like we're running out of time with this lull in the pandemic. Hopefully just a spring bump, then a summer decline into nothingness.

And the war. OK. That's enough sadness for a Monday. To the barricades.