Between forgoing Mass yesterday and calling in sick today, I’m plagued by a sense of self-doubt—like, am I just getting out of stuff I just don’t feel like doing?
The ice layers that kept us from leaving the house yesterday remain, despite salt reinforcements that Chris brought home.
And honestly, I’ve been sicker and worked through it. But today my head feels dizzy, tight with anxiety, and extra cloudy.
I just want to lie on the couch, shut my eyes, and listen to Jeff Tweedy and Wilco all day. Tweedy’s cover of David Bowie’s “Heroes”(subscription only), on repeat, is carrying me through this morning.