OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
The earth shook for lovers last night, it seems. I slept through the tremors, though, and that’s a good thing. The last thing I want to have to think about right now are natural disasters …
I could not open my eyes this morning. Even the promise of coffee did not manage to get me out of bed. I did sleep for most of the night, but getting up seemed impossible. I was just paralysed in the face of everything that had to be done today. Don’t get me wrong, the to-do list was full of rewarding and wonderful tasks – there were just soooo many of them that I did not know how to begin. Eventually, I just started talking to Glinka to motivate myself and she responded with her usual morning chirping sounds. I took a deep breath and made a plan: shower, coffee, breakfast, easy/short tasks, short walk, more coffee and just one step after the other. I got through the day. For most of the time, I worked in the lounge today, Glinka and Salieri catssisting, and Mozart visiting every now and then to make sure that we were not becoming too lazy.
I am finishing a big archival project that, despite its challenges, is giving me so much joy it is difficult to explain. I will share the good news in about a month’s time, maybe earlier. I am wallowing in literary history like a pig in mud – loving it. But now, after eight hours of it and a few at the computer before it, I am calling it a day and pouring myself a glass of red.
Sad news of the day: Karavan Press’s distributor had to close down today for a few days because of a Covid-19 case. It is a long, difficult road ahead for all of us. Health and a full, speedy recovery for all concerned!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”