Uncharacteristically productive morning.
I was in line to vote half-hour after the polls opened. I didn't make coffee beforehand, but I did pick up my prescription at the pharmacy. After waiting in line for 45 minutes, unable to bring myself to talk to anyone, I brought out my handwritten list from the day before and cast m'votes.
THEN I went into a grocery store and bought a tiny fully cooked chicken (because I'm irrationally intimidated by raw chicken in my house) and a loaf of crusty bread and that fucked up coffee whitener powder that doesn't need to be refrigerated, came home and made an appointment for covid/flu shots for tomorrow.
And coffee.
The water in the house is not yet potable, but I have one gallon for today.
100% can NOT tell if I am handling a confluence of crises very well or if I am failing at life.
It's been over a year now that I have been living in a different continent than my husband and what I've learned about myself is that there is a recurring intense suffering in me that can only be soothed by either living with a person who says, "here's food for you," or working in food service.
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