October

October 1: 

I did not leave the house at all yesterday, but today we have already been out to pick up a grocery order and to try to stop for some takeout for my brother. (It was too crowded and I did not want to wait half an hour in line, so we'll try later.)

We're back home now (obviously) and I'm having coffee and screwing around on the internet. 

My right wrist hurts today, the arthritic joint in my wrist specifically. I think it's from holding up books when I read in bed. The Kindle is easier to hold, but it strains my eyes so I don't like to use it as much anymore. Getting older sucks.

It's October already, which, how did that happen? Christmas is around the corner and I have not spent one thought on it. Not one. 

October 2:

October 3:

The Balloon Fiesta started yesterday, yet another Covid super-spreader event.  Which will kill us first, I wonder, Covid or hubris. Over 700,000 thousand Americans have died of Covid--and that number is probably off by tens of thousands. So many more have died because they haven't received timely treatment because the hospitals are packed with Covid patients. But we want our concerts and our festivals, so fuck everyone else. Americans are so selfish. It's depressing.

That's where my head is this morning, so I probably should just go and lie down--which I've been doing pretty continuously for about three days now. October is not a good month for me, in case you couldn't tell.

Let's just survive it.