OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Not exactly the best of nights, and the day wasn’t easy either. But luckily, I could mostly stay in bed and work quietly (when not interrupted by catssitants) and actually managed to do a full day’s work. I walked to get fresh milk from a shop nearby in the morning and spend an hour on a blanket in the garden with The Cats in the late afternoon. During lunch, I met Mom and Krystian on Skype to chat about our dream of actually seeing one another in reality. Otherwise, it was proofreading, admin, preparing a manuscript for typesetting and exploring cover ideas for the next Karavan Press book.
I started reading Patrik Svensson’s The Gospel of the Eels. Fascinating is not the word. I have been reading a lot about the natural world lately and thinking about a philosophical concept I have been intrigued by for years. There is an idea brewing in my tired pandemic brain, but I don’t know whether it has any merit. Yet. I need to write it all down and run it past an expert to see if this line of inquiry is worth pursuing. I have always imagined that if I studied again, it would be philosophy … Who knows, maybe I already have a worthy topic for my thesis?
‘Dream big!’ they say.
Tonight, I just want some decent sleep.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”