Confinement, day 3

I sat in my armchair and read for two hours today.

I tossed my phone onto the bench I normally sit on, far out of reach. I needed to quiet my brain down.

The sun was out. It was warm, so I opened the windows. I could still hear faint sounds of traffic, but mixed with those were also the sounds of birds, of neighbors popping up to their roof for a quick cigarette, of someone shaking a rug out their window. I could even smell the aromas of something really nice cooking from one of the apartments below.

And I felt myself relaxing, my brain quieting, my teeth unclenching–I’ve noticed that’s a new stress indicator for me now.

But my legs still crave stretching. I’m not sure that will ever change. Have to stay strong though, for however long this lasts.