This week saw a flashback to five years ago: ordering a case of toilet paper, an emergency radio, toothpaste, razor cartridges, bar soap… I had already begun purchasing items last November but this week with the tariff chaos, I had a 1 a.m. panic-shopping spree. The walls are closing in, but the folks in my immediate circle don’t share my sudden interest in stockpiling and market prediction. Cue up Nancy Thompson: “I guess you could say… I’m into survival.”
Tonight, Johnny and I attended An Evening with Davis Sedaris. It was excellent. One tidbit I loved: in reference to Andy Rooney on 60 Minutes… “That man could complain about anything. I thought, ‘That’s my job!'” Neither of us got a book signed. I get too flustered around famous people. Cindy House was the opening essayist and recounted a meeting with a friend and fellow mother to a teenager. V good.
One of the things I admire about David Sedaris is the ability to keep a diary. My attempts have always been short-lived, even though I enjoy doing it. I have a morning routine and a bedtime routine but both have been resistant to adding new tasks. I suppose I could get up and write during my insomnia time instead of watching TikTok. Who knows, maybe in ~75 days there won’t be a TikTok to watch anymore because of the ban.
My stress level has been high and constant (chronic?) enough that I’ve run into interest amnesia. When I do have down time, what I should do with it escapes me. Having executive function go offline is one of the worst and least helpful parts of anxiety.