Meh.

Mood – bed. Like my Meepers.

Or like mu Harley Boo.

COVID is still alive and well – exposure earlier this week – and I hardly go anywhere. Sigh. I’m exceptionally paranoid about the virus, I think mostly because I blame it on the chronic illness autoimmune downfall the last few years – meh.

In a moment of brief WANT TO BE SOCIAL AND SEE ALL THE PEOPLE I made plans with friends in Niagara Falls for Sunday. Brunch with loves. And then dinner with different loves. And, nope. Not doing that. Not going around into open restaurants. Not maybe possibly risking exposure to people I love.

While I know deep down I shouldn’t feel guilty for canceling I still feel like a shitball.