OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Yesterday was a busy and partly frustrating day, but many good things also got done. The problem was, apart from the heavy workload, that I felt worse a week after the intruder invasion than just afterwards. And it also reflected in last night’s lack of decent sleep and today’s impossible headache, but in the end I took some meds and made a fire and allowed most of the tension to burn away in the warmth of the flames.
Today is the official publication day for DISRUPTION: NEW SHORT FICTION FROM AFRICA. A true baby of the pandemic, it came to life under nearly impossible circumstances. But we made it happen and it looks so good. First review is in: Isele Magazine.
I spoke briefly with Mom tonight: my father cut off a significant part of one of his fingers earlier today. The doctors managed to reattach it and, if all goes well, he will be able to keep it, but what a freaky thing to happen to him after decades of working with potentially lethal tools in his bicycle workshop and never hurting himself that badly before.
There are serious rumours of an upcoming family meeting and level two! We have survived the third wave, and now many of us can also face the fourth without fearing for our lives – thanks to the vaccines!
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”