OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Utterly lazy. I meant to work today, but I managed to get up from bed only after one p.m. – I read most of the time, had coffee, watched some Wild Earth, had breakfast and lunch in bed, and just stared into space. It felt good. There was a moment when I thought of opening the laptop, but Salieri slept on it next to me and so it remained closed. After a shower and some more coffee, I had a Skype date with Mom and Krystian, then a friend came to pick up a book, and then I delivered some books to another friend before continuing on to my love for some TV watching, more reading and a simple but delicious dinner. A real Sunday.
I know personally more and more people who are battling with Covid-19, all variants, I suspect. The official numbers are not good. In the last few days, I have realised that I feel much more comfortable being in well-organised, public/professional/official spaces like restaurants, museums, or even shops where I am among strangers mostly trying to navigate the safety issue with care than in a private space where it is more difficult to keep one’s distance and keep on wearing masks and negotiate personal safety rules of engagement.
I told Mom and Krystian today that I don’t feel like Christmas. I am tired and in no mood for any kind of proper celebration. They feel the same. So we are just going to have an ordinary Skype meeting over an ordinary lunch or dinner and just get through the silly season without fanfare.
There will be more laziness. I badly need rest.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”