Well, the worm has turned. I left the house and went to the laundromat. I did a bunch of laundry.

I feel so proud of myself. It's like my head was being held down under water . . . for weeks. Then, finally, this evening, I broke thru the surface and inhaled a big, huge breath. No one was holding me under but me myself.

I hope this is me getting on a roll. I hope the momentum lasts. I hope I wake up tomorrow, feeling like I do now. I can't let this energy dissolve. I don't want to wake up tomorrow like I've been waking up.

I hope I didn't catch COVID while I was out.