The last two years have eroded many of my normal faculties, including my ability to reach out to people to stay in touch, as well as my ability to work up the energy to do the larger chores around the apartment.
Today, however, I managed to take the holiday lights down outside (they’d been unplugged since New Year’s Day mind you) and vacuum the carpets (they’d been unvacuumed since… let’s not go into that).
On the downside I kind of forgot about the dishes until dinnertime. Whoops. (The dishwasher’s been run now but I couldn’t fit everything in, so I’ll be running it again some time tomorrow.)
This whole “feeling untethered from time and space” thing is for the birds. And not ducks, some other kind of birds.