Socially isolating wrong

It must be a bot of some sort as the hits from Turkmenistan keep rolling in but always only to the two most recent entries.
Weird.

Thursday morning I had slow cooked soup for breakfast and then off to counselling before class.  I do quite like my Student Health counsellor, though the computer system has caught up with us and he is only allowed to see me one more time before I am cut off from Student Health counselling services for the year.  We talked about how I was going to self-refer for another group course.  We must have both known I was lying to myself about that as today I got a text from the community programs people saying Student Health had sent a referral.
Then class, which was briefly on library skills and upcoming assignments.  Because this first year paper is far more aggressively first year than others I have done recently (maybe, ever).  Then it become a "here is how the assessment information you were given three weeks ago is going to change because COVID-19".
An assessment schedule that requires physically being present at the lectures is problematic when the university is asking people to stay away at any sign of cold symptoms at all.

COVID-19 is going to make the cough I have had since the pneumonia last year awkward.  I may have to do a lot of "it's just old fashioned regular pneumonia cough....."

I caught up with Oli for a bit on the way home.  Home to fall asleep unexpectedly in a bad sitting position and wake up an hour or so later in much discomfort.

Today, I pottered until lunch time and then went for an aquajog with Midget, and hung out with her and my god-daughter for a bit afterwards.

I have bought a ticket to the Amanda Palmer ticket in Christchurch tomorrow night and am MUCH less organised for it than I should be.  A ride is sorted but nothing else, and even it is a touch vague.

 So it occurs to me that I have been doing pretty well at catching up with my oldest and dearest.  But I have been pretty much not interacting with people outside of being invited places.  I realised my whatsapp and texts have been very sparse and I mostly haven't been communicating with anyone most of the time.
I may be failing to manage my depression.
The pretending I had it managed for the group therapy was probably doing more harm than good.

Shit, just realised the last time I intentionally went somewhere for music it was the 2011 Amanda Palmer (2012 doesn't count as I went to Wellington for the Dresden Dolls and then failed to make the concert because I got caught up in the romantic advances of someone who until Shitlord was the worst romantic decision I had ever made - yup, my two most recent relationships were with people with bad intentions (go me!)) but the 2018 train ride to a random musician I had never heard of with Oli and Greer.  Though in honesty that one was more about the train than the gig.  Because trains.