OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
The day was saved by the calming presence of my love and his sister’s coolest gift delivery; my friend’s Debbie’s brief hello at my gate and her delivery of more gifts, also from my lovely neighbours; another friend’s literary visit; and a short lunchtime chat with Mom and Krystian; and dim sum.
For the rest, I read, tried to work and tried to resolve the Kafkaesque SARS saga. Let me just say that I was number 181 in the call centre queue to start with … In the end, I did, however, receive excellent service from the consultant. The question is, though, will his proposed solution to my conundrum be successful? Time will tell.
I burned some stuff today and cleaned my horrifically dirty kitchen window – both activities gave me enormous satisfaction.
My brain feels numb. My cheeks are still sore. I intend to bury my professional head in the sand tomorrow, or rather: I will allow it to soar above tree tops …
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”