Can’t leave the house. Was supposed to have lunch with a dear friend. So far I haven’t made it to shower.

I bring it on myself. I know this. Procrastination at its best.

And today I have amazing focus. No one is home. I’ve swept floors, shook rugs, and burned boxes. And laundry-the song that never ends.

So I’m focusing on the wrong things. Again. Overthinking my to-do list. Again.

And meanwhile, continuing to fight the panic attack that’s been growing for 2 weeks.