Cloister Commentary, Day 270: Out of Gas

I have a pretty high tolerance for pain, but yesterday, as a result of using muscles that had been sprawled on my body’s couch for the last decade, I did some moaning and groaning. And napping. And shuffling around.

Also–I know I’m not alone in this, because it’s probably a common COVID-19 experience–I think I just ran out of emotional gas. Nicole’s care and presence, a nap, comfort food, and comfort reading (yep, reference books: Will Friedwald’s A Biographical Guide to the Great Jazz and Pop Singers, informative, funny, and strangely warming) helped a lot. I feel better this morning.

Streaming for Strivers:

Under Friedwald’s spell.