Since Monday, I’ve been asking people what they do for comfort, to calm themselves.
A friend who had finished the race barely in time tried staying off social media and having her friends screen news stories to find the many heartwarming, “safe” ones.
Another spent a little time wandering among flowering trees.
Another cooks. Today I’ve been making chicken soup, which can take a long time and involve lots of steps if you want it to. (Barley alone takes an hour to cook.)
A third friend has been dropping off to sleep at night looking at happy family photos.
That sounds like another good idea.



