Was really slow working, because I'd just have managed to concentrate when then I'd remember how frightening real life has suddenly become. I say 'frightening', but it's what might happen that's frightening. On the surface everything is calm and benign, it's beautifully quiet, the weather is fine if cold, the daffodils from yesterday are brightening up the room.

477 people dead from coronavirus. This is the most stressful time I've ever lived through, by two orders of magnitude I think. If anything I'm impressed that I'm coping as well as I am.

Forced myself to do music practice, which was hard at first because I started crying again. But I persevered, and I found some music that fits: Let Me Die In My Footsteps. I played it through 5 times and my spirits were raised again.

Put the laundry away. A person who does music practice hopes to live to play better, a person who puts clothes away hopes to live to need to wear them.

One good thing about this situation, and Survivors, is that they've helped me remember what it is to be human.

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