OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Overcome by a bout of laziness. Not entirely guilt-free, because I should have worked more this weekend, but it was just sooooo goooood simply to relax: stay late in bed, hang out by the pool, read one book after another, spend time with my love and friends. Just be. Loved it. And Rosebank has become its usual ghostly self this time of the year. It feels as if everyone has left the neighourhood for the holidays. I can never get enough of this atmosphere around the festive season. This calm is so badly needed after the year we have had that I am just going to bask in it and forget about guilt.
Saturday evening braai with friends.
Reading and relaxing with Salieri.
Tomorrow is going to be busy, but I hope in a good way. Tonight, I am going to bed with the latest Grisham. I have also started Dolphin Junction, the Mick Herron story collection – wonderful! – he is one of my favourite writers. All this joyous pleasure reading – a real holiday.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”