Hubby and I still have some things on our "To Do" list. I wish we had nothing. He wants to quickly go to Home Depot and I'd ideally like some pita bread from a grocery store. [I crazily thought about making them from scratch, but it "ain't happenin!"] It should hopefully be sunny today. I want to grill some kafta kebabs. I'm still under a dark cloud of stress. I'm not sure how to get rid of it. Hiding in bed under the covers is tempting, but I won't. I'm a pressure cooker about to explode.

Wild Coyote, I sent my sister your stories/suggestions about fighting the LTC insurance company (removing your screen name). Thanks again. She is grateful, too, and wrote it was very nice that you shared. We do plan to hire the lawyer my siblings and I met with via zoom meeting. We hope he can assist us. It all seems so impossible, otherwise. She said she might contact an ombudsmen, as you mentioned, if it seems best. She and I also discussed how to absolutely get our father to go to the neurologist and psychiatrist appointments she made for him. If he objects, we will tell a not quite lie saying that going is necessary in order to try to get LTC to pay.

I've been struggling even to make dinner, lately. By the evenings, I can't go on. I've started to clock more sleep hours than usual.

Some years back, I struggled a bit with mild agoraphobia. I'm afraid that with the pandemic (and everything else), that seems to be inching back. Hubby said when he runs the errands, I either need not join him, or I can wait in the car. I'll maybe do the latter. Even taking a brief walk around my neighborhood is anxiety-provoking. As people approach that you have to pass, either they or we have to walk partially in the road or even cross the street. That feeling is just TERRIBLE!

The other day when I did go to the grocery store alone (sweating profusely from the experience), I went to a cashier I like/know a lot, who usually gives me a hug. Obviously, no hug, which would be uncomfortable for me now, anyway, full of sweat. Even the image of him, now not only behind a plastic shield, but on the other side there are now "doors" of plastic strips like vertical blinds, as if in a see-through jail. He tried to chat with me, but it was difficult to hear him because of his mask. I asked him to repeat, and for some odd reason he asked me if I had a pet. Sore sore subject for me! I left feeling triply upset. He meant no harm, but it was like a "WHAM!" of pain.