- Isolation Day 41 - 2 Updates
| Beaver_Fever@live.com: Apr 24 11:40AM -0700 I was intending to go sleep at 11:00pm just as the melatonin started to kick it. But I didn't escape the phone in time and fell into another text exchange that sort of petered out around 1:00 and left me feeling even more restless and distraught. Then I woke up way too early. After trying to function somewhat in front of the computer I crawled back into bed and again felt that semi suffocating feeling with the blanket over my head while also drifting into semi fever dreaming to follow the music I had on. Except I don't have a fever. I am not sick with anything. Pretty sure the plague is going to spare me. I have a lot of music around. My life pretty much revolves around it. Listening to it, collecting it, going to see it performed live, discussing it on message boards, I make my living off it, all my friends, any social life. But when the lockdown happened I initially met it with relief. I can just relax a bit, not work so hard, stay home, enjoy what I have, organize the collection and whatever else I can do to streamline and enhance the experience. But now I feel like Burgess Meredith in that Twilight Zone episode where the world ends and he has all his books stacked up but breaks his glasses. I have all my music lined up and plenty of time to listen to it except my soul is broken and I can't enjoy it. I really need tomatoes for a salad before my other salad items spoil but can barely hold my head up now. Wondering now if forcing myself to exercise for the first time in several days will bring any sort of benefit. I am staring at my bike wondering if I can get another "ride" out of it or even move it into place. My resistance bands are still at the bottom of my backpack. On Wednesday I came within 30 seconds of escaping to an alternate location before the plug was abruptly pulled, causing even more psychological turmoil. But that is a story for another day. |
| Vic Smith <thismailautodeleted@comcast.net>: Apr 24 02:04PM -0500 >I have a lot of music around. My life pretty much revolves around it. Listening to it, collecting it, going to see it performed live, discussing it on message boards, I make my living off it, all my friends, any social life. But when the lockdown happened I initially met it with relief. I can just relax a bit, not work so hard, stay home, enjoy what I have, organize the collection and whatever else I can do to streamline and enhance the experience. >But now I feel like Burgess Meredith in that Twilight Zone episode where the world ends and he has all his books stacked up but breaks his glasses. I have all my music lined up and plenty of time to listen to it except my soul is broken and I can't enjoy it. >I really need tomatoes for a salad before my other salad items spoil but can barely hold my head up now. Wondering now if forcing myself to exercise for the first time in several days will bring any sort of benefit. I am staring at my bike wondering if I can get another "ride" out of it or even move it into place. My resistance bands are still at the bottom of my backpack. On Wednesday I came within 30 seconds of escaping to an alternate location before the plug was abruptly pulled, causing even more psychological turmoil. But that is a story for another day. Hang in there! You can pull through this! |
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