Not a great week, but not the worst week in life either.

Trying to get myself back on track, but I feel terribly behind still right now. Behind what exactly, I don’t know. I just feel behind on everything and disorganized like hell.

Don’t know what it is lately, but I’ve been feeling somewhat aimless. It’s been another week where I haven’t bothered doing the mood tracker. So much of our routine is gone since Covid started and I feel like we haven’t been able to build a new solid one to fill the void. You’d think we – or rather, I – should have gotten something nailed down by now. There’s almost a sense of pointlessness to it all. Like, why does it matter and what have I been trying so hard for before all this? No, I don’t think this is depression. More like a freeze response of some kind I guess. I do know that I need to get myself back into some sort of gear instead of idle soon.

Spent the entire week prepping for a birthday party. I’m exhausted and remembering why I don’t like throwing big parties anymore.

Been a relatively good week this week. My dad is doing better now that he’s home.

My dad spent the rest of this week in the hospital. Hoping he’ll get to come home soon.

My father has been in the hospital all week. Not for Covid-19. It’s bad, but at least he’s stable and seems to be getting better. Needless to say I’ve been completely out of sorts.

Slept through most of this week I’m afraid.

Some ranting this week, but otherwise survived.