OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Spoilt rotten. That’s how I felt at the end of the day when my love invited me to dinner at one of our favourite restaurants, FYN. They were closed for a while (you know why) and have now reopened with a bang and a winter menu to live for.
This feast tasted even better and the evening was more relaxed than it would have been only a few days ago, because I knew that my feline patient at home was also enjoying her food. The first time we tried the thyroid diet, it was very difficult to get her to eat, but now she is gobbling it all up, and I still have tears in my eyes seeing her enjoy her food. I am frightened of what still lies ahead of us, but every day I have more and more hope that it will all be soon behind us and Salieri will enjoy many more years of her beautiful life.
The day itself was exhausting, but in a good way. Meetings, deliveries, admin, visits to two bookshops and PostNet and the post office. I feel like I should have a frequent visitor card for both. They know me by name at all the local branches.
I also saw my counsellor and we spoke about my timeline and dreams and crocheting and meditation and enabling, and most of it is not easy, but it helps to make me feel less afraid. I had a few nights of real sleep in the past week. Miracles in progress.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”