November 1

My town currently has double the active Covid cases we had at the high point of the first wave, after getting down to almost nothing over the summer (we're at about 1 person per 1000 with a verified infection). I am waiting to hear back on unrelated medical tests. There is an electrical fault in our smoke alarm system which can't be fixed until next week and false alarms go off at any time including the middle of the night. They are very loud and if there was a fire I wouldn't know.

Lows are near or below freezing and the sun sets at 4:30. The election is this week and I am captioning it. I've had a continuous tension headache for three weeks. I have lost track of how recently I've taken Tylenol so I don't know when I can take another Tylenol. Most of my day is spent unsuccessfully trying to relax enough that the tension headache goes away, while being interrupted.

I find it very hard to get anything done although I still manage to push through and get things done. Some things. Less than I want. Not the things I want to do really, not with time to enjoy what I've done. I'm feeling extra sympathy for my chronically ill friends. It's a stone gargoyle claw perched on my head all the time.