I went outside. It was very bright and very hot, so I had an umbrella. S and I took a stroll down the street to the park where we sat and talked for three hours about the nature of The Count of Monte Cristo and its eponymous character.
I felt good, although there was a group of teenagers staring at me the last half hour. They noticed my fear of loud noises and eventually started shouting and screaming and laughing at me until I left. S stayed behind for twenty-six minutes, lecturing the teens.
I feel significantly better having left the house, despite the teenagers, and I may do that again sometime.