OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A day of emotional contradictions: anxiety, despair, joy, gratitude, sympathy, self-pity, and, and, and.
I might have made a few reckless decisions. A plan I had did not work out. Alternatives presented themselves from the most unlikely places. I had to write a few difficult emails. But then, at lunchtime, I spoke with Mom and Krystian and they put everything into perspective and offered any kind of assistance I might need. And in the evening, I saw lovely people at the theatre again and immediately the world seemed a better place. The magic of a brilliant performance; the goodness of friends and loved ones.
“Tomorrow might be better. Tomorrow might be worse.” (The Outlaw Muckridge)
Some incredibly sad news in the later part of the evening. Received with Salieri purring on my lap, though. Where would I be without The Cats?
I shouldn’t have another glass of wine, but I will. And the night is probably going to be restless, but “tomorrow might be better” (I am not sure the quote is hundred per cent accurate, but it should be close enough).
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”