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Friday, 17 April 2020

Washed

I got up and washed and dressed like a human this morning, so I was ready for my 1030 counselling phone call.  Because Student Health checks that I am alive, less often but more thoroughly than AskOtago.
Then I went back to PJs and six hours later have no idea what I did with that time apart from listen to a little spotify, as Fiona Apple as a newish album I hadn't known about, and play a little Pokemon.  Otherwise time just seems to have evaporated on me.

I have been a bit glum this week, in part as I have been alone in my house for four weeks and in part because both of my grandmothers have had serious health complications and I am feeling extra helpless in all the ways one can be helpless.  Even if there wasn't lock down there would be nothing I could do to help either.
At least the older of my grandmothers looks like she will get through okayish, being she is out of hospital and home already.  The other grandmother has been sent to a new rest home as she is too far gone for the one she was in to manage her.  😕
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