OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
My love brought me flowers and Nespresso capsules today – he knows what will make me smile no matter what :) We sat far apart in masks on my stoep for a little while and made plans for after my self-isolation. No hugs, no kisses, but at least we could spend a little bit of time together this weekend.
I read for pure pleasure in bed all morning – bliss. Then I cleaned my fridge and my bathroom. A few unidentified jars had been living in my fridge for the past century or two, and I finally got rid of them. My fridge is near-empty most of the time – now it looks naked inside.
I had Skype lunch with Mom and Krystian and happily reported ‘no symptoms’. Day nine.
I watched the RG men’s final with Flat Eric, Bobik and Salieri, and we continued hoping against hope until the last game, but …
Bobik and Flat Eric are drowning their sorrows in pink French Champagne. I am just having local box rosé (yes, it has come to this).
And two million J&J vaccines are going to be flushed down the toilet in Gqeberha, it has been announced this evening. I am weeping into my box rosé.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
— NICD
Karina Magdalena 