Someone needs to come over to my house and remove all the news apps from my phone. I am just scaring myself with them. No one has scarier maps than The New York Times. All that red pulsing out from city centers and swallowing the rest of America.
There’s no good news right now but I keep checking to see how bad it’s gotten. Am I helping or hurting myself? I think if I check too often or spend too much time it can be harmful. That being said, this is no time to wallow in ignorant bliss.
I have set myself a schedule of reading the news for an hour in the morning and another hour at night.
Do I follow this schedule?
Not even close. But when I get in the weeds with charts and quotes from specialists, I remind myself of my limits, shut down the apps and try to focus on something else.
But what? Thus far, I have two things I am doing.
One is playing solitaire with actual cards, which is fun. My mom taught my sister and I math facts and pattern recognition using a deck of standard playing cards. Solitaire, blackjack and poker were the usual games. Having a deck of cards in my hands makes me feel that much less alone.
The other thing I’m doing is my very own low skill version of knitting. I am making a scarf because that is all I know how to do. The thing is going to be six feet long in honor of social distancing. It will probably look gnarly even when it’s brand new.
No matter. The point is to putter around, staving off cabin fever as long as possible. I am hoping my anxiety will settle down and I can go back to reading books rather than newspaper articles but until then there is the tactile joy of just messing around with cards and yarn.