OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Loadshedding, again. Candles everywhere. Writing on my laptop; the battery is fully charged. This will be posted in the morning. Five hours of no electricity in a day, and thus, in my case, no access to the internet is not easy to maneuver around when you are working on several projects that need to be coordinated and completed with other people. I feel like a headless chicken. Pandemic, economic crisis and loadshedding are a lot to handle (or not handle) at the same time.

Miraculously, I slept through the night last night, which felt amazing. I am hoping for another sleep like it tonight.

A day of running, but with great results; despite all the obstacles, things are falling into place.

Highlights of the day: cooking dinner for my love, Melissa delivering this wonderful beauty product that my face simply cannot get enough of (discovered through her DIY Sunrise Beauty Studio facials); picking up the new black cat in the family – custom-made for us by our favourite bead specialist; and, accidentally bumping into (in the age of social distancing, only metaphorically speaking) Rachel Zadok in the supermarket – we promised each other to have a glass of wine in the garden soon.

I go to bed exhausted, but smiling.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD