There’s a lot of news right now and it’s more personal than usual. One of the things I’m trying to find out is how infectious Worcester County is, but I can’t find out. We have no testing program so nobody knows anything. Nonetheless, I try every day to find out something that I really won’t find out.
I also want to know why we haven’t gotten checks yet. “Get My Payment” says we are getting checks and they even know our account number, but no money. Each day I hope to see a notice telling me when we are getting checks. I yearn and I wait.
Today I proved conclusively that I can’t manage to write, take pictures, process photographs and still have time to read something that isn’t someone else’s post. I went and deleted more than 200 posts that I was hoping to read and realized I never would because by morning there will be another 200. I swear there are more each day.
I keep hoping that I’ll be able to get it all done, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try, it just doesn’t make the day any longer. So here I am at 1:30 in the morning writing a post for tomorrow morning. You’d think with all this isolation we’d have more time, but we don’t. I have less time and I don’t know why. Apparently doing nothing takes more time than doing something.
So if I don’t get to you, it’s not you. It’s me. I’m lost in a tidal wave of email and news and photographs waiting for processing. And I have never in my life wanted less to clean my house. I do it anyway. I wasted at least an hour and a half by cleaning the toaster, the rice-maker, discovered the paper towel dispenser was glued to the counter by what I suspect was gravy. So I cleaned it and the counter.
And this on about 3 hours of sleep because Bonnie barked all night. We tried to keep her up all day so she’d be tired tonight and disinclined to furious barking. We discovered that you cannot keep a dog awake when he or she wants to sleep. Dogs don’t get insomnia.