OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Only eight hours of work today and a lunch Skype date with Mom and Krystian. The heaviness continues, but I am taking one step at a time and being as kind to myself as I can be. I have managed to nearly catch up with replying to all the patiently-waiting emails.
It takes me a long time to open my eyes in the morning, but once I do, I manage to read for at least an hour every day and that grounds me.
Today ended with pink bubbly on top of the Waterfront, at The Silo. The emptiness of the Waterfront in the evening is quite eerie, but everything there is still as amazing as ever, maybe even more so now that one doesn’t have to battle through crowds to enjoy it all (or what is left of it). It is all wonderful and depressing at the same time. So many emotions. And the one constant: the awe-inspiring Table Mountain, tonight at her most stunning, table cloth and all.
It is impossible not to love this city. It is impossible not to mourn its possibilities.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”