OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A platypus walks into a book … the latest Karavan Press title: Conjectures by James Leatt. Stephen Symons drew the platypus and designed the book. We are in the final production stages.
But I postponed all my meetings and commitments for today and tomorrow to early next week. Falling asleep last night wasn’t simple, but I did eventually after midnight with the TV on for the rest of the night. I couldn’t face the silence – or worse, the odd sounds – of the house. Focusing today was also not exactly easy, but I managed to do some work in bed in the morning, met on Skype with Mom and Krystian, and then went for a walk in the sun. I was quite on edge, hyper-vigilant, and relieved to get back home, but it was good to be out there in the sunlight. My insurance company phoned in the afternoon and told me how to proceed with the claim for the replacement of Topolino’s window. I will get onto it tomorrow. By late afternoon, all I could do was wash floors, hang out laundry, clean the kitchen and cook a chicken curry from a new recipe – I improvised a lot, but it was delicious. My love came to dinner. He checked up on me earlier in the day on his way to work too.
It’s impossible not to be spooked by what happened. I am also sad. And then there are moments when I am proud of myself that I did not allow the thief to take my belongings from me. Although ‘things’ had been taken, but they are not of any value to a thief.
The third wave is freaking me out. I remember reading an article earlier this year in which the Sanlam actuaries had predicted that the third would be much worse than the first two waves. All these weeks I had been hoping they would be proven wrong, but here we are, and it is only the beginning.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”