Did Not Wash Day

I've seen various comments reminding me that it's five years since we were in lockdown. I wondered what I'd written about it at the time so here's one of my posts, from 18th March 2020.

The first casualty of the pandemic in our house is days of the week.

On a normal week I have regular events that give me a fix on what day it is; now there is nothing. Days are being sucked into the black hole of time and I am floating helplessly. 

I suppose it doesn't matter. What need have I of day names? Perhaps I should use numbers - so we would now be on Day 3, assuming I start counting from the first day of isolation. But that's very boring. More creative names are needed.

So yesterday would be Carrot Day, and today will be ... what will today be? Each day will be an adventure!

In the middle of the night I was lying awake thinking, this is going to be terrible. But it will only be terrible if I let it. So I won't.

One casualty I must strive to avoid: hygiene. I don't want a diary of days labelled, Did Not Wash Day, or Forgot To Change Pants Day.

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In clinic, the nurse, after she'd done most of the rehab chat, went into 'counselling' mode. "A lot of patients feel depressed after their operation. Do you feel depressed?"
"No, I'm very happy."

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Had another annoying email from someone I infrequently get emails that are usually annoying from. First reaction response - very rude. Second reaction response - slightly politer. Third reaction response - ah, I'm not going to bother to answer.

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Yesterday morning finally managed to have a walk with Daughter to Pobbles. it was a glorious and warm day.

Then I met up with Kim to begin planning our next church event, which will be a twmpath/ceilidh/barn dance in aid of the local food bank. We're planning a barbecue for it so that will be a lot easier and less stressful than the curry night, which incidentally raised £420 for Zac's.