I don't know about others here, but I have days when I can go out and days when I can't. Generally, I *make* myself go out on Wednesdays, because that's when I have my psych app't. Then, once I'm out, it's easier for me to do a little quick shopping for the things we need.

Well, today, Wednesday, I just couldn't do it. I just couldn't. I live in a very private rural spot, so there's no fear of anyone seeing me if I go outside, but I didn't even want to do that. I finally made myself, though, because I have lots of baby grass growing in and I needed to water my little secret garden. Once I'd gone out, anyway, I was able to go to a storage room we have in order to look for my favorite stuffed animal from childhood, a duck named, oddly enough, "Ducky." We were each other's best friend (in my own mind.) I found her the first place I looked. She will need quite a bit of TLC to get back to something like her original condition, but, as long as I can do it inside, I think I'm up to the task. I'm so glad I found her. I've been missing her recently.

How is anyone else doing? Are you ever able to leave the house or just sometimes?