These past few weeks I have felt physically and mentally spent, and yet I have at the same time pushed myself more than in the recent years. Every night by about 5 pm I start to really crash. I've been sleeping more hours, and yet when I get up I trudge forward again. In recent weeks, it was a mad push to prepare for the worst and a possible extreme leap in action. Now that things have settled into a cautious status quo, I've still not fully gotten the message to rest. Even with my husband working from home, because of the pandemic, I feel compelled to be more productive. My husband is not pushing me. I am. I really fear that something bad will happen if I don't rest more during the daytime hours.

Hubby and I have gained a lot of weight these past five or six weeks. Last time I weighed myself I was up by 5 lbs. That was a couple weeks ago. I feel like I've gained at least a few more. I'll weigh myself at the end of the week. There is no sense weighing myself on my birthday.