Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

I woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep, so I didn't make it to the gym class I'd booked for this morning.

During my inadequate sleep, I had a dream about trying to join in with something a friendly-acquaintance was doing with other people I didn't know. But I got lost trying to find the place they were meeting, and I was anxious about ventilation in this old building and upset that no one else was concerned about covid.

This morning I was gloomy: even in my dreams I couldn't excape the most depressing problems of my reality, the difficulties of inaccessibility for both my blindness and my unwillingness to catch or spread covid.

So it was really nice that my day did a good job of proving otherwise: out here in the real-world community, I went to a friend's birthday celebrations. It was outside (in a park!), we ate outside with no question that we might do anything else, and for once diffrentcolours and I weren't the only people wearing masks while in the café to order our food, or on the tram on the way home; the whole group did so there were seven of us! Just seeing masks across from me on the tram did me some good, and the friend's other friends, who were all new to me, were nice to hang out with in general too.

Socializing with similarly-minded people in covid-cautious ways is still possible, and this is important for my doomy brain to remember.