I live in Watertown. I am jittery and restless and have put my energy into cleaning my apartment in ways I haven’t for a very long time. Then I started rearranging furniture. I’m not sure what else to do.
I don’t feel unsafe. No matter what else is happening, I feel okay where I am.
(Haha, right this second, I just saw that our neighborhood talky-crazy guy was walking down the street having a passionate conversation with himself. This is somehow comforting.)
I just feel weird. Selfishly, I keep hoping this is all over in time for the studio to reopen for 5:30 yoga tonight. It would be really awesome to go somewhere and just be told what to do for a little while.