Grump Central Archive: Week of 15 November 2020

Monday, 23 November 2020

I almost feel as if I'm sleepwalking though my days. Disturbingly surreal. Steve Roach's The Magnificent Void provides something of an aural equivalent to the feeling.


Saturday, 21 November 2020

Health continues to deteriorate. Just putting on my socks completely knocks all of the wind out of me now. And stairs? They've gotten frightening.


Friday, 20 November 2020

Yesterday began with the top image, although it was only 24° at the time. I'm still recovering from the soap opera; assuming it's mostly over, I can perhaps begin collecting what's left of my wits. But every time I think it has died down, it spikes again, not unlike Covid. I just wish I could protect myself from it by wearing a mask! Thankfully, yesterday ended with the bottom image, as if to remind me it ain't all bad.


Thursday, 19 November 2020

I'm at a loss as to why I'm being punished for helping someone in need. Yes, in doing so, I had to bid farewell to a friend. But I can't save the world. And the friend I shed has people on whom he can rely; the one I chose to help has no one else. Why am I the bad guy? My head is so battered I've lost track of the date.


Wednesday, 18 November 2020

Still here. Nothing much to say.


Tuesday, 17 November 2020

The soap opera is rearing its ugly head again. It's all I can do to cope. Meanwhile, we're headed for the deep freeze for a couple of days.


Monday, 16 November 2020

I continue losing my grip on myself. I find myself staring blankly out the window for long periods of time, and increasingly I question why I should bother doing anything at all. I just don't see the point when nothing brings me enjoyment anymore. What am I doing other than killing time waiting for the inevitable? The world is going to hell all around me, and so what if I'm well isolated from the madness?


Sunday, 15 November 2020

This is our ugly reality now. Most distressingly, we're in a position of global leadership in a race we should not be winning. Ten million infected. A quarter million dead. Is it any wonder why people are freaking out? I had plans to repeat my last year's Thanksgiving dinner, which was the nicest one I'd ever had. I've since scrapped those plans. Sad, to be sure, especially as there's a very good chance it'll be my last Thanksgiving, but I care too much about my friends to selfishly put them at risk. If you cherish your loved ones, celebrate the holiday via Zoom. And if you must go out, at the very least—

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