I feel like I’m going to go crazy soon if I sit locked up in this house much longer, without anything happening, without anything new to see or hear or do. So I treated myself to a trip to town for some retail therapy at a yarn shop.

Bought some crazy sock yarn. Longingly looked at some merino wool that I want to use for something but I don’t yet know what. Maybe a cardigan, after I finish the black one.

I’ve almost forgotten what it is like to be in town. When you walk from a shop to the train station and there are OTHER SHOPS in the street that may also be open and may have things you also want to buy (like cat toys! or clothes!) without first having made a plan and then searched for them online, hoping that what you get is what you thought you would get.

And restaurants! There are restaurants in town. That you can also just, like, discover. And go inside, and eat food that you haven’t eaten repeatedly before, or cooked yourself. I ate Arctic Char and a Belgian chocolate cake and had a glass of Sauternes. The whole meal felt like therapy.

All these covid recommendations are making me paranoid. Even when there is no actual crowding, I am very aware of every other body in my vicinity, and I can’t really relax. I wouldn’t have gone inside if the place hadn’t been nearly empty, but luckily it was.