OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I hardly got out of bed today. I never got out of my PJs. After chatting to my friend Michela in Vienna for three hours until 1am on Skype last night, I actually fell asleep in the late morning and in the late afternoon again (for quite a while) – highly unusual for me to sleep during the day, I often feel groggy and grumpy afterwards, and I did feel both after the long afternoon nap, but a dinner Skype chat with my love cheered me up. I did brush my teeth and hair sometime during the day, though, and read, and wrote a long email to an author who needed advice, and made pizza (simple and nice).
Throughout this shockingly lethargic day, the Furry Ones kept me company at all times.
A man rang my doorbell in the early afternoon, but because I’d spoken to him a few days ago when he was begging for food and, as instructed by the social worker in our area, I’d already informed him of the feeding scheme she runs for people in need, I did not engage further. On the intercom I watched him pee in my driveway.
Thankfully, it’s raining tonight.
While still in bed this morning, I heard one of the neighbours shouting to someone going out: “Sanatise, sanatise, sanatise! Especially when coming out of the shop.”
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others. Stay at home.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”