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Today’s entry was supposed to be about Dental Care. But that would have been about my two crown problems within twenty-four days. A picnic to be sure. An expensive one.

But then yesterday an article arrived on my phone from the NYT and the word dimwitted caught my attention. A far more fun word than Dental Care.

You see I’ve been talking a lot to older folks like me as we emerge from this Covid year of fog. We don’t know how to act. All of a sudden we can go out. We can schedule out-of-the-house activities that stretch our dormant abilities. We have to dress up. We can put on make up. We may have to drive somewhere. In other words, we have to think. All in the stretch of one day. Even more that once a day.

Sarah Lyall, in her NYT article “We Have All Hit a Wall,” writes about our current crisis of emergence into our former worlds: “Call it a bout of existential work-related ennui provoked partly by the realization that sitting in the same chair in the same room staring at the same computer for 12 straight months (and counting)!) has left many of us feeling like burned-out husks, dimwitted approximations of our once-productive selves.”

Dimwitted seems to describe how my friends and I are feeling these days. A bit slow on the draw in starting up our new/former worlds.

I loved the word dimwitted so much that I scanned the article for other inspiring words: fried, apathy, burnout, malaise, lethargy, exhaustion, zero motivation, behavioral anhedonia…

Mulling over all these words last night, while reclining on my couch sipping a chocolate-blueberry protein shake, I knew exactly what I had to do to reclaim my energy and motivation and positive attitude. I went to bed.

Sleep helps a lot, don’t you know! My mother said so.

my mother and dad by their parsonage in St Joe, MI, in the 70s