Monday, April 27, 2020
I've woken this morning badly, filled with uncontrolled anxiety. I can't seem to calm myself. My brain is filled with bad ju-ju. A crew is coming to service my a.c. unit this morning. They are already ion their way. It is unavoidable. I have a service contract. I will stay outside while they are here, but that is not what's causing my anxiety. I'll need to get this under control somehow.
I am baffled by the impermanence of life. The inevitability of one's demise overwhelms me. None of it makes sense to me any more.
I need to go prepare for the service crew. This is all I can manage at the moment.
Posted by cafe selavy at 7:41 AM