OK, I think I have it. In the Sunday NYT, there is a headline”Beware Election Stress disorder”. Part of the problem they are telling me is that we may not
know the results for a while. A recipe for angst. The uncertainty, not knowing what to expect. I’ve got all that. Plus more. Unfortunately, the article tells me that Nov. 4 isn’t going to take the stress away and let me then just worry about the
Covid virus. Then in another section, the Times headline is “Everything’s a Blur”. Man, how did they know. They are validating my lost sense of time. I use to have two calendars. One large one on my desk and a smaller one that I would then
jive with the desk one. Then I learned to use my very smart phone and I would use that and not the small purse one. Now, I don’t keep anything. I have a small notebook that I record my Zoom groups
in and that is all. I am so not into calendars that for my daughters birthday, I made a sign and put it on the door so I would be able to wish her a
happy day on the day. I have brain fog. My grandson came over and brought me a picnic lunch today. That reminded me that the last time I had lunch with anyone ,outside of my now circle ,is when I ate lunch in a restaurant in Jerusalem with my daughter . The
next day, Israel was locked down. So now, when I remember historic occasions, Dec.7, JFK’s assassination, MLK’s assassination, Bobbie Kennedy’s assassination, the 2016 election, I’ll remember where I was having lunch when my world closed
in on itself.