OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
A day of live and online literary meetings and trying to deal with higher – much higher – levels of anxiety. Sore cheeks. Miraculously, I did sleep last night. Not terribly well, but I did rest. I dreamt of Topolino being rammed into by a car out of control – Dr Freud would have a field day with me (on most days).
It is difficult not to think of myself as a disaster magnet right now. Why can’t I have boring? I just want a really boring life for a while. (Yes, I sound like a broken LP.)
The US Open has begun, and I realised last night that I find myself unable to support tennis players who are anti-vaxxers, even when I had cheered for them in the past.
Thank goodness all my friends care and are eager to protect themselves and others.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”