*muffled cursing from the next room*

Ongoing evidence log for anxiety:
I (and a few thousand other folks) got my first COVID vaccination today (Pfizer) and experienced FEMA and the national guard being competent, which supports the healthy belief that other people can be responsible for themselves. I am not the lone adult responsible for the whole world, no matter what my anxiety says.

Thoughts/feelings awareness log:
I felt embarrassed because I thought that managing to punch myself in the mouth while cracking my knuckles on my chin qualified me as a dumbass.
I felt calm because I thought that I will finally be vaccinated enough to not die if I get COVID.
I felt _grateful_ because I thought that researchers probably burned their candles at both ends for 8 months to keep people like me from dying.
I felt angry because I thought that 16% of my fellow Americans have said that they will not get vaccinated, which is going to make it exceedingly difficult to achieve herd immunity.
I felt happy because I thought that my friend W telling me that he missed me was a genuine expression of acceptance.

I ran out of new projects to do, so I have gone back to a really old project, the 10 Stitch Blanket, in order to continue avoiding my own existential angst. I had kind of forgotten how meh and occasionally aggravating I find working with acrylic yarn. But at least I have something to do until the Malabrigo Rios (!) in color Solis(!!!) gets here to make my sister a really nice wedding shawl.