OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Touch wood: I have been sleeping exceptionally well lately. I can’t say that I have been feeling well during the days when I am awake, because I am often overwhelmed by the direness (my word) of the world, but at least I am getting some rest. It makes getting through the long work days easier.
Most days still begin with leisure reading, despite heavy workloads, and today Glinka was first on the scene to catssist when I settled back in bed with my coffee. But then Salieri arrived and was not amused that she had to share not only the bed but her human. A hissing and staring down contest ensued – if looks could kill, we would all be mausetot (German: mouse-dead).
I lay there mausestill (German: mouse still) and tried to read my books.
Eventually, duty called and work had to be done. Professional highlights of the day: Skype meeting with an author that I look forward to working with on a beautiful project. And: signing of a publishing agreement (long time in the making) to be officially announced shortly. The Karavan is trudging along. No one knows what the future will bring, but that is nothing new in publishing.
At lunchtime, I briefly spoke with Mom and Krystian.
I took a short break in the afternoon sun with Glinka and Mozart sunbathing next to me in the garden. With batteries recharged, we returned to work. I saw someone mention on Twitter today that one should also allow oneself holidays in these strange times. Yes, I suppose so, but for now, it is a relief to have work and the energy to do it. I have decided not to push it like toward the end of 2019 when I ended up so tired and ill after the last project of the year that it took a few weeks to recover fully, but I am glad to be able to work again at nearly full capacity despite the recurring moments of paralysis and bone-chilling fear.
I love the way the light moves around the house with the seasons. In winter, it visits my bedroom in the afternoons. This is where I work now if I don’t have to be at my desktop computer in my study. A few days ago, I rearranged the bedroom, so that I could look up from my laptop and enjoy the afternoon sun falling on the bed in front of me. And there is usually at least one cat dreaming in the light. The view always makes me smile.
I cooked a stew for dinner, opened a bottle of the beautiful wine that my neighbours gave me after the booze ban was lifted. I will do some more work, watch some TV, hopefully have another sleepfull night. Tomorrow should be another good day. Please. At least in this small bubble I call home.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to others. Stay at home.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”