I didn't realize how fragile I had gotten. But Saturday, I took a load of garbage to the dump 12 km away. This used to be something that I would do casually. This time it took 3 days of postponing, and procrastinating. I've been just so withdrawn.

We had the power go out at 5 a.m. I was up already to journal the emoflash I was having, and the power shutdown.

• Phone the electric company (One wired phone doesn't go off with power) Going to be 3 hours.
• Go start the generator
• Run an extension cord to the sump pump.
• Light a couple of candles.
• Build a fire in the wood stove.
• Make coffee in french press.

For me, wow. Executive functioning! Yay!

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It still feels very weird to take some degree of pride and pleasure in acts that were ordinary even a year ago.