I just burst at the seam for telling you how GROUNDING writing mundane things in my diaries has been in times of terrifying surroundings. There are literally dozens of diaries where nothing ever happens, not even a deep meditation...These are the way early diaries..."got up, had a shower" and then long details of unimportant facts of my day that I write as if my health depended on it. And it did - by describing my environment and mundane things in my days, I was gaining ownership of my life. Of my gaze. Of my word.