OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Bloody loadshedding. Fortunately, only for an hour tonight, and I had a plan: I just got into a hot bath with crocheting, a generous glass of wine, a crime novel and popcorn. Glinka sat on another chair next to the bath and kept me company by candlelight. Then, when the power came back on, we had a long Skype chat with Austrian family.
My love was here for coffee in the morning, and in the afternoon, I visited a dear friend whom I haven’t seen for ages. She is now fully vaccinated after surviving Covid-19.
I managed to read a bit this morning and in the bath. Not for long both times, and a bit here and there, but it wasn’t bad.
And Salieri needed help with her food only once during the entire day. What a relief that she is almost eating on her own. She also played with a toy and explored the garden in between rainfalls. All those ordinary things that seem like miracles nowadays. I am infinitely grateful for every little step of her recovery.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”
— NICD