OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.

— @HaggardHawks

Back to level three, adjusted. What other option was there under the present circumstances? We have been irresponsible and are now reaping the consequences. My candle is burning already, I have no problem with any of the regulations. Basically, whatever it takes to stop the carnage. If it can’t be stopped because we actually care for one another and for ourselves, then let it be stopped, or at least managed, with these drastic measures.

It’s Monday. I did my usual Monday chores. But the bin has not been collected and I think it is because of people testing positive for coronavirus.

I struggled to get out of bed today, but after some reading and lots of coffee, I returned to my desk and computer and work. Completed a travel blog post I have been meaning to write for two weeks – BOTSWANA – and started on a new editing project. I skyped with Mom and Krystian for lunch. My love and I went for a walk around the Rondebosch Common in the evening and had leftovers for dinner. Then I skyped with my friend Charlotte before listening to the President.

Gus Ferguson passed away. I never met him properly, but we once shared a page in New Contrast and I felt so proud. What he has done for the literary scene in South Africa is immeasurable. We all owe so much to him and his creativity and vision. May he rest in peace.

I am more than merely glum.

But I really enjoyed reading this piece by Penny Haw: “What I have learned in 2020”. Very fitting for this day and the rest of this year. Writing, reading, editing – ways of surviving.

Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.

“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”

— NICD

(Really!)