Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

Our state is rising in COVID cases and we've been trying so hard to be careful that I'm discouraged.  Wearing a mask is something I thought I'd only have to do if I took a spaceship to Mars.  I'm trying to get used to it, but along with not getting deliveries on time or at all, cooking with a half empty pantry, being sick of everything I do cook, and other complaints too numerous and trivial to mention, I'm feeling dreary.  Then there is the huge thing I can do nothing about:  my daughter's death.  I attempted to get to thank you cards today, but just writing the addresses on the envelopes depressed me.  I did take a long walk with a dear friend, and at the end we sat on a bench six feet apart and talked through our masks.  I came home and ate progresso soup and peanut butter and crackers.  If you see me and I look like Mr. Peanut minus the top hat you'll know why.  Grumble, grumble, grumble.