Dear T,
I think you would find this a positive thing? Rewatching Frida, to watch someone manage to create art and have hope amidst her physical (and presumably mental) struggles. Maybe this is the sort of thing I'm needing to inspire me (perhaps I'll get some biographies on Kindle, too). I'm thinking how one way to feel life is less hopeless right now is to try to create something with meaning. I mean, not that I'm going to have a biopic made about me. But whether it's a memoir, some poems, artwork of some kind--I signed up for an online course in Japanese Sumi-e brush painting, too, as it feels like something I could be drawn into (and it's just one color of paint). I suppose now I need to actually do the paintings.

But I think this all is a sign I still have hope and am still trying. Sitting outside for a while today outside at the one taproom helped, too--I took to heart your saying to keep doing the things I still am able (and feel safe to) to. And I think I even befriended a new bartender. And then later I sat outside the house with D for a while.

I thought briefly about canceling Sunday after learning it would be virtual due to your schedule (part of my accepting it was trying to get in as many in person sessions--within reason--as possible until risks make you pull the plug), but I'm going to keep it, because I need to try to keep on a less negative mental trajectory.

Love,
LT