OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A twelve-hour work-Monday. Need I say more?
No photographs were taken today, so above is one of my favourite images. It portrays exactly how I feel right now.
But: things got done. And I managed to cook a nice dinner for my love. And now: I am going to have a glass of red wine, stare blankly at the TV, hoping that the most recent tangerine-troll-loony-news-loop is over (although, god knows what he might have done again just a few minutes ago …), think about what needs to be tackled tomorrow (too much!), and go to sleep.
I had the most incredibly vivid dreams last night. It was strange to wake up with all those stories in my head again.
I have taken to regular secular praying. Someone dear is still in the ICU, fighting. I remember once smuggling G&Ts into the hospital when we were both visiting someone together and how she couldn’t believe that I’d actually done it. But the person we were visiting was craving a G&T and I will do anything for my friends, including smuggling booze into a hospital ward. Now, I am visualising the three of us again, drinking G&Ts and laughing and celebrating when all of this is behind us.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”