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Friday, July 31, 2020
End of July
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It is the end of July.
If I can get through July, I can get through August, right?
I have fallen into a probably-not-healthy week schedule of not really leaving my apartment at all on weekdays, unless something comes up. I'm not even going out to the store that much.
I basically only ever see in-person human beings on Saturdays and Sundays.
Today I left for the first time since Tuesday, and that was just to get a package downstairs, and I realized I haven't gotten the mail since Tuesday, either.
I know this isn't good but I'm a bit stuck in it right now.
Tuesdays are my least favorite day because I don't have anything scheduled in the evenings.
One day is basically the same as the next, one week is basically the same as the next.
My brain is fried.
Also, I'm pretty sure I'm a bit depressed.
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That is how retired people get stuck in a rut. Not getting out or seeing other people. We don't see a lot of other people but I can tell when I need to. Be careful, you don't want to end up being the Emily Dickenson of the drawing set. Sometimes I feel that way.
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