Today, instead of doomscrolling I:

Wrote my Morning Pages and was reminded how helpful it is to winkle out the nagging thoughts and insights that I am often too busy (distracted) to pay attention to. It’s not exciting, or that interesting to anyone else, but it helps me.
Looked out of the window of my 0559 train and instead of fixating on how hideously early it was and how tired I felt, I enjoyed the cool air-conditioning and watched the mist evaporate off the fields of Suffolk and Essex.
Read a New Yorker article - What Science Knows About Grief by (Paywall) by Amanda Petrusich: “Grief can’t be “fixed”—death is famously irreversible—so conversations about it require both parties to abandon problem-solving and accept a kind of unpleasant stasis. When well-intentioned friends or colleagues asked me how I was doing, I felt dread. What I wanted to say was This feels exactly as bad as you think it feels. What I usually said was Yeah, I’m O.K.”