I’m still staying close to home most of the time. I still spend a good chunk of my time listening to audiobooks. Saw the first two seasons of Black Mirror over the last week. Quite chilling about how bad people can abuse some of these newer techs.
I have been more aches and pains the last couple weeks. But they are usually worse in cold weather anyway. We’re supposed to get a real bad cold spell in a couple days that could last a week. So I won’t be going anywhere unless I have to.
Mentally been having minor flare ups again. Fortunately they don’t last long. I can weather them better when I am alone. Sometimes takes several minutes to get through them. But I make a point to avoid people during these episodes. I won’t even answer the phone or the door if they are bad enough.
I still keep in contact with friends and family several times a week. They are ready for this pandemic to be over too. My friend in Denver is planning on moving out of the city as soon as she can afford some rural property. Says things have gotten real bad in the cities, especially in the last year.
Been real hot since Memorial Day. Got some good rain also. So at least it isn’t completely unbearable. I have slept quite a bit the last two days, mostly out of boredom.
Sunday, June 14 was my birthday. My parents came up for that. Brought in lunch from a deli in one of the local supermarkets. Pulled pork, mashed potatoes, mixed vegetables, and chocolate cake were excellent choices. I was glad they were able to make it up here. I was originally worried about them getting exposed to the virus while travelling. But they took precautions. I wear face masks whenever I answer my door and pick up deliveries. My dad joked that I may have been ahead of the curve when it came to getting groceries and supplies delivered to my house. Been getting groceries delivered for a few years now. Not many people did this when I first started, at least not in my town. But even in the small college community I live in here in Nebraska, it’s catching on.
Had a short breakdown a week ago. I always hate those. I feel bad that I rant and rave to my family during those. I do remember much of what I say during those breakdowns. But it’s almost like the impulse controls are no longer working. I feel sick that I take my frustrations out on family. I’ve had only one breakdown in public, that was five years ago when I yelled at a young cashier. I immediately apologized but I still felt so bad I stayed out of that store for over a month. I guess I don’t understand people who take out frustrations on customer service workers. Maybe I just have a big heart or just have more sympathy than some because I used to work in customer service. Thankfully I’ve never had a breakdown around my brother’s children. I love those kids and they are the last people I want to hurt.
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