OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
It is getting colder. Real autumn chill is in the air, even when the sun is shining.
A day of Friends arriving and bearing roses and other gifts, especially the gift of their lovely company.
Otherwise, just the daily grind. I told someone today that I am tired of fighting. What I meant was that I am tired of having to prove myself, specifically after years of loyalty to and support of a worthy cause. It’s not that I expect anything in return; I just don’t want my intentions to be doubted.
Anyway. As a wonderful friend reminded me today: sometimes only greedy bastards get ahead. But if that is the case, I rather stay behind. I need to be able to live with myself.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”