OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I started work at six a.m., all Monday-style (no motivation, gallons of coffee), and finished at four p.m., with only a short break for lunch and a quick shopping trip in-between. There was some joy for about three hours of the working day when a lovely author arrived in my socially distant stoep office to go through the final polish of her manuscript before it goes to typesetting. The rest of the working day was unjoyous, but it’s done.
In the late afternoon, I took my love’s ancient, frail cat to the vet. She is doing remarkably well, but needs to go in for regular check-ins. Together with the vet, we found a care regime that seems to be working for her and she has a new lease on life. That makes me very happy.
Now, a nice dinner is in the oven and there is a great red in my glass, and after dinner with my love, I will have an early night.
The Australian Open is finally on. Yay!
And the vaccine distribution is suddenly off. Not-yay! The uncertainty of the situation is highly distressing. Putting on my N95 mask today, I thought, you & I – the love story continues … For the foreseeable future, non-pharmaceutical interventions remain our best bet against curbing the pandemic. And so we sigh and get on with it.
Please keep as safe as you can.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”