Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband asked me this morning if there was any good news, and I answered in the negative. I couldn't find one hopeful story on my phone. It's almost a joke. At least sometimes a dog has traveled a thousand miles back to his owner or a bear cub has been saved from a fire. Not today. I then ate breakfast and talked to my therapist. I told her with the pandemic there are so many decisions to be made, and then remade, then re-thought out again that by noon I quit with a headache. Just getting Halloween candy seemed insurmountable today. I have to order it and zip lock bags from InstaCart and have them delivered, put them a foot apart at the foot of my steps and hope for the best. Do I see a friend masked and social distanced? What if it's cold? Do I need to order a patio heater? It's easier to be a hermit. I strolled, masked and distanced with my daughter and her baby today, but we both thought the scary Halloween decorations we strolled past were nothing compared to the state of the nation and the pandemic. Trying to keep up with what's "safe" is exhausting. The numbers are up this week, so should I do anything different? Wrap myself in cling wrap? Steralize all my food in the dishwasher? Like everyone else, I'm frazzled. Completely. All decision making seems relentless and endless. Last night I watched a Hallmark movie about a man who gets hit by a girl on a bike and has amnesia. Lucky guy!