September 18th, 2020. I’m catching up.

Today I bought donuts and tequila. And met with Focus Music and wrapped up loose ends for four upcoming shows. And wrapped the render for the last part (of my parts) of Takoma Park Folk Festival. And finished the script. And worked on IMT stuff and a lot ilyAIMY stuff. I caught up on emails and dropped off my guitar at a repair shop. I sent inquiries about where my absentee ballot was and where my grant check was. I deposited checks from SAW and from On Your Radar. In general it was a lot of productivity that sort of tied up a lot of miscellaneous bundles into relatively neat little packages. I shouldn’t get TOO proud of myself because there’s plenty of adult crap to face down but in general I feel so so so very much better than I have for the past month or three.

Of course, then we went food shopping and since we’d been avoiding that for a while that was kind of a massive hit in the ass somewhere around the wallet area, but it probably wasn’t excessively pricey for what it was… but definitely MORE expensive than it once was. We’re seeing upticks in prices here and there, and that worries me. Grocery store pricing must be a perfect balance of getting everything you can without QUITE bankrupting the people who can’t get themselves to the next supermarket. With so many people unemployed I can’t imagine labour costs are high and with fuel costs so (comparatively) low I can’t imagine that’s a driver either – no – it’s supply and demand – people are staying home and there are shortages so you price higher.

There was a period of time when things seemed to have evened out, where the shelves were decently stocked, but our last two trips have shown wide expanses of empty shelving here and there, almost as if the panic is back with us.

I’m grateful that the weather’s turned at least. It’s beautiful and cool and though I still am regretting the fact that I’m still wearing pants, it’s not a dire situation and I can wait till the end of the paragraph to rid myself of my barbarian leg tubes.

The next morning I didn’t wake up three minutes ahead of my alarm sweating. Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get my existential dread back soon, but for the moment… *deep breath*

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