Got to Sainsburys at 6.50am, ¼ hour earlier than usual, and found it at least 3x busier than it should be. All the expected things were sold out, including toilet rolls and paracetamol, and only the weird varieties of baked beans were left. No bin bags either. I stocked up on everything they did have, but didn't buy more than 2 of anything.

Couldn't concentrate on work, though I did manage to get bin bags at the Co-op. Felt like I did when I had depression, especially in Mar 1995, that mood where the bright daylight seems cold and hollow.

But with the small victory of the bin bags my mood began to improve. Understand that I'm not afraid of getting coronavirus, I'm afraid of starving to death or being violently killed in some Changes/Survivors/Threads dystopia. I have a very clear mental picture of the latter fate.

2-4 Ac Sun
Cold