OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I have been suspecting for a while that something is not right with Salieri. She started losing weight despite increased appetite. At first I could explain the signs in all kinds of ways – so much has changed in our routines since the beginning of the lockdown – but on Saturday, I really started worrying. Today, we went to the vet, and tomorrow we have to go again for more tests. It is probably her thyroid, but the doc needs to make sure. She is purring gently next to me as I type. Glinka is on the other side of the bed, also fast asleep. Mozart joined us earlier on the stoep when we were waiting for the food to cook on the braai. My love was here for dinner. His area was experiencing loadshedding. Next to the fire, we could all forget about the madness of the world.
Otherwise a full day of work, and endless waiting. A courier company was supposed to pick up a parcel from me between 9am and 5pm. They arrived at 5.30pm when I was at the vet’s. Luckily, my love was here to give them the parcel on my behalf. Ah ja.
Some lovely poetry news today. And I loved chatting to my friend Charlotte on Skype this evening.
Leah and Desmond Tutu have been vaccinated today. The news made me smile from ear to ear.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”