OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
I had every intention of putting in a few hours of hard work today, but the spirit of Sunday and Glinka put some sense into me. So, I read, had a lot of coffee, watched some TV, stared into space, met Mom and Krystian on Skype, prepared a delicious meal for the evening, cleaned up the kitchen and joined my love on his couch in the late afternoon and we watched two episodes of our current series and had dinner. His part of town had loadshedding in the evening, but he now has a backup battery that keeps all essentials going during the blackouts. Tomorrow morning, I won’t be so lucky. No matter what the stage, I will have loadshedding from eight a.m. and am already charging my laptop battery for the event. It astounds me how we learn to cope with all of this. I am reading a post-apocalyptic novel at the moment and it feels more real than it probably was intended to at the time of writing …
Chaos is Austria. Even if I am mostly out of the loop, what I do admire is that politicians know how and when to resign, even if only for a period of metamorphosis.
It seems that the local third wave is officially over in the entire country. Great time to vaccinate.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”