day 161

 


Poor sleep. Anxious thoughts. I’m snug and safe. The news of fires, covid, and politics are all so dire that I can’t seem to get it out of my feeling of impending doom. We are all self-contained wiith no reason to go out or let anyone in. I’ll water the roses and enjoy the amazing color they provide on this foggy morning. I can get steps on the rebounder that shake up my body and get my heart rate up. I will pick squash and raspberries.

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