Life in the time of Corona, part 7

Well, I've probably joined the statistic of how many extra people are experiencing anxiety and depression. The truth is that most of my days look basically the same, and there are very few stand-out events to look forward to, especially considering that my family is not ready to re-join the world of restaurant goers and birthday party attendees and in person grocery shoppers quite yet. It feels extra lonely these days, as I've done an extra poor job of staying in touch with some of my dearest friends and lack so much contact with more casual, but still apparently important to my mental well-being, acquaintances.

I've started making an effort to get back in touch with some of the people who help keep me grounded, and I've started the process of finding a counselor to talk to about some of the recent goings-on, and "school" starts next Monday for my kids (virtual, but it will put us back on a schedule), and I'm hopeful that we are going to turn a corner soon.

My summer "making" wasn't very much, even though I had had high hopes at one point. I managed another jon-jon for "the baby" and a dress/nightgown for Miss Middle, and a few more face masks. I'm trying to clean up and clean out various areas of my house, including the project room, and the progress is painfully slow. But progress is progress, and each little bit does actually build up over time. Hopefully a "school area" will materialize before Monday, but probably not.

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so far away

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