doom

Whispers about potential drug shortages prompted me to check my trio of mind altering drugs this morning. Two are fine, but the third is in short supply… I remembered that stopping it suddenly could cause problems - unfortunately my memory was right: “Stopping Lamictal suddenly can cause serious health problems including seizures that do not stop.”

I feel pretty freaked out right now!!! I have enough for another month - please keep your fingers crossed that Costco has their supply chain cemented.

Then, (in that order), I read a blog post by a black guy in the US who was stopped by the police for something he had not done. It was well written, capturing the fear and emotion of the situation. Or at least partially capturing it - I don’t know. It left me feeling discombobulated and powerless which I suppose was the point of the thing. 

So those two things set the tone for my day… I struggled to get past it but didn’t exactly capture a peaceful easy feeling… not by any stretch of the imagination.

I wasn’t sure what to do to shake the feeling of doom - my usual activities were out - so I walked the dogs around the house a bunch of times, pulling out my camera to test a new app that I downloaded the other day. It’s for identifying plants using a photograph and seemed to work on the plants I tested. I watched Trinny from the British ‘what not to wear’ talk about matching colours, and then another episode talking about body shape. I watched some comedy. I oiled the cutting board and serving tools. I tidied some stuff. I took Adia out again. I looked at recipes without inspiration. I took Spike out on his leash, without Adia, to force a bit of exercise on him. He’s been inactive for far too long.

In other words, I wasted my day… the 75th day of isolation… That’s longer than a dog’s gestation period.

Wild winds last night and today blew all the apple blossoms into the next county. These are all that are left.

Looking in the mirror at my floppy hair sent me to the calendar… yup, 81 days since my last hair cut! A haircut is not something that will be high on my list of dangerous activities to pursue so maybe I’ll eventually have enough to make a ponytail. Maybe I’ll be wishing I didn’t throw out those headbands when I purged the bathroom not that long ago. Maybe growing my hair long will be a good thing?

Still waiting on the delivery for yeast that was ordered 1 ½ months ago. According to Amazon it has shipped but I’m thinking the page might be frozen as there’s been no change.

Headline tonight:  1,793,263 cases with 104,539 deaths in the US. There are a total of 89,418 (88,512 yesterday) cases of Covid-19 in Canada today, with 6,979 (6,877 yesterday) deaths today.

“Then came a sound even more delicious than the sound of water. Close beside the path they were following, a bird suddenly chirped from the branch of a tree. It was answered by the chuckle of another bird a little further off. And then, as if that had been a signal, there was chattering and chirruping in every direction, and then a moment of full song, and within five minutes the whole wood was ringing with birds' music, and wherever Edmund's eyes turned he saw birds alighting on branches, or sailing overhead or chasing one another or having their little quarrels or tidying up their feathers with their beaks.”

~C.S. Lewis