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Walked to the Muddy this morning. Rainy night left it humid but the sun is coming. Last night DH and Violet (surprise!) went to see Paul McCartney at Fenway. It's put us in a bit of an uproar, but they are happy. Feeling stuck, just counting the days, waiting for the "numbers to go down". Checking the wastewater constantly for some sign of relief. The plague is patient.

I watched the last episode of Trapped last night. And there is a new season! Such a fine show. Well-suited to the times, bleak with a chance of murky light.

We walked to the bus this morning, then I went out to the Muddy and on to Clover for a coffee and muffin. Interesting to be in the medical district with all the bright young things. I'm listening to the Sandman audio play and it's wonderful. Sorry, Levar, you'll have to wait 10 hours.

Last night I had a moment of panic and despair. Feeling overwhelmed, the weight too great to bear. I need to shift my approach. This isn't a temporary state. It will be weeks before we get back to the condo and I need to take care of myself as well as everything else. Order a new toothbrush. Do that yoga. It's funny how we have these swings of energy where we talk about moving to a rental, then down so that we can't even figure out what's for dinner, much less move. There are too many crises going on right now. I need some solid ground.

Hoping for some answers today so we can do the next right thing. Funny to be sitting here looking out the window at the treetops of Brookline, just as I sat upstairs in the house in Brewster, looking out at the pines and listening to this playlist in the snow.