OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I woke up to the news of the terror attacks in Austria. I have dear friends living in Vienna. I cried looking at the news reports. These moments are always tragic, but of course it feels more threatening when it happens so close to one’s home, one’s heart.
Glinka was full of feline love this morning. She felt my distress, I am sure. And somehow the events of the rest of the day were balm for the soul. I visited the Book Lounge and picked up my copy of The Reacher Guy by Heather Martin (can’t wait!). On my way home, I picked up a bunch of gorgeous flowers. A friend came to visit to help with a project we are working on and we had a few hours of productive cooperation. I had to see my GP today and she was just wonderful. Afterwards, I treated myself to a late takeaway lunch from HARU. And then a delivery arrived – a thank you for some work I did for a dear friend and did not want to be paid for. A delicious surprise! Bubbly and red – someone knows me well :) Last, but not least, I saw that my hibiscus is flowering again. It always makes me smile. A lot of work has been done.
Yet work is not finished for the day – a Zoom board meeting awaits – but I am exhausted already. I doubt I will have much sleep tonight, although I can’t imagine the US elections delivering any concrete news before the early hours of our morning, but let’s see. I remember the last election night and morning and the horrors that brought into our lives across the globe. May the Tangerine Troll be voted out of all our memories.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
— NICD
Karina Magdalena 