Tag: Ottessa Moshmegh

My months of trying to rest and relax: a Covid induced baking frenzy.

Over the past months I’ve managed to meet obligations noted on my calendar– although they don’t exist in the scope of a day or even a time of day. They simply are appointments which must be tended to. Rough translation: if it’s not on my calendar it won’t happen. Because something had happened the second week of the month my entire life or every Tuesday for years doesn’t assure it cutting through Covid self-quarantine fog. Even trash and recycling days must be marked on the calendar. In fact, every day is Saturday in the sense of hours untouched by the strains of external life. Although I’ve yet to miss a meal.  That’s not to say I haven’t been productive. I’ve turned a manuscript in to my agent, and have advanced on details of two other ideas. I’ve also learned how to bake many forms of bread and manage to tend to my own sour dough starter. How can I remember to feed sour dough starter when I can’t remember to do much else without a prompt? Perhaps the answer lies in the ‘not missing a meal.’ There’s a psychological study in there somewhere, along with the psychology of toilet paper. […]

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