It is ok to rest.
It is ok to rest in the middle of the day.
It is ok to rest in the middle of the day in the middle (middle?) of a pandemic even though there are still lots of things you'd like to accomplish during this quarantine.
Specifically, write your novel and clean the basement.
It is ok to rest when you had a panic attack at the grocery store yesterday.
It is ok to rest when you had a panic attack at the grocery store yesterday and are a little embarrassed but no one knew you were having a panic attack because you always shopped the right way down a one-way aisle and you stayed 6 feet away from everyone else and you had your mask on and you looked down at your phone pretending to be puzzled by your list all the while naming the 5 things you could see, 4 things you could feel, 3 things you could hear, 2 things you could smell and 1 thing you could taste even though you switched out 4 and 2 because you were afraid to touch anything other than your phone and you could smell chicken frying and bread because you were in the bread aisle. And you were doing pretty well calming yourself until you realized that more than half of the people in the grocery did not have a mask on and one tall idiot without a mask seemed to be laughing at you so you put your right hand into your cardigan pocket and flipped him off.
It is ok to rest.
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