OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
They are shooting at unarmed student protestors. People are getting hurt, one person died. It is the year 2021. Surely, surely, there are better ways of dealing with such situations. Escalating violence is not it.
The brutal consequences of corruption.
Unusually, Mozart catssisted today, but did not want to show his whiskers to the camera. The rain chased him indoors. It seems we all slept through the worst of the storm in the night. No roof leaks that I could spot. Autumn has arrived. It will soon be time for fireplaces. The electric blanket is already being utilised …
What else? I read, worked, posted books at Postnet and the Post Office, cooked a delicious dinner – with pistachio ice cream for dessert. And talking of ice cream, my weekend plan:
We were supposed to see friends for a lunch in their garden, but they have been potentially exposed to Covid-19 and it feels wiser and safer to postpone.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”