I am moving next week. I thought I was taking it in stride so well. Now all I want to do is sit here, eat ice cream, and stare into the internet. I'm allowing myself this.

I will pack more tomorrow.

I've also had sort of a weird day. I'm not going into it. But its ok to have weird days. Weird weeks. This covid thing is weird. And I'm beginning to accept that too.

To anyone who needs to hear this: whatever happens to you during covid, whether its a job loss, loved one loss, or you get covid, or your plans in take a disappointing turn, look yourself in the mirror and say "its not my fault." I heard that on the radio yesterday and really liked it.