Monday, September 21, 2020

Garbage day again, once a week.  Time is both slow and fast.  Reminds me of living with little kids, the days were endless and sped past.  We have had 26 garbage days in this stay at home epidemic.

A friend is coming to work in my weedy overgrown garden this morning.

I avoid looking at the unfolded clean sheets on the table since last week.

I now am finding THE LAST TRIAL interesting enough to continue.  The stack of possible books to read is growing. Losing the ability to read is a sign of anxiety disorder. I read several hours a day. Sigh.