In the middle of a pandemic, I have decided to resume something that once gave me so much contentment: writing. I don't really know where I am going with this don't they say to 'Just Start'? This is me - just starting. Perhaps I chose this day as my 'Just Start' because I woke up and my body was simply not co-operating. It was 13 degrees outside, my limbs felt lethargic and I simply had no inspiration for anything. I coerced motion within myself and somehow got through the day. I know this body well enough to recognize the signs of my 'lethargic episodes'. I also think I know it well enough to recognize when that lethargy wants to be left to its own devices versus when I need to shock it into motion. Today was an in-between day: I coerced myself into working and let my thoughts wander every few hours. I have been thinking a lot about self-care recently. During one of our cooking / dish washing evening dates (that magical time of the evening when