OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I slept. And had a morning in bed with Cats, coffee and leisure reading. It felt like an ordinary Sunday. I did a little bit of work, but, after the tensions and pressures of last week, I was tired and the creative juices refused to flow.
Friends invited us to a late Sunday lunch that ended after dinner and was glorious in all respects. Great company, delicious food, ridiculously divine wines, including a Cognac that was to die for, and vinyl music (with the host taking requests in the course of the meal). I ended up dancing with our friends’ cats (please don’t tell Mozart, Glinka and Salieri – my only excuse is that we did not play any classical stuff ….).
I cannot claim that I go to bed a sober woman, but I am definitely a happy one.
Good night.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
— NICD
