I really thought I'd come through the Valley of Pandemic angst a while back.
I was working, reading, even getting out more.
And then it's back.
The overwhelming sense of loss.
Not being able to visit the Met.
Not being able to browse in bookstores.
Not being able to eat breakfast in diners after a nice morning walk.
I understand these are minor inconveniences not life challenges. I'm solvent, I have a job, I have a full pantry, I'm healthy! I should only be grateful.
But I'm back under the duvet this week, hiding out.
There's only one thing to do:
Robert Redford at The Actors's Studio.
Do you sink into the blues every now and then?
What do you do to comfort yourself?