OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Boring. I used to think that being bored meant being stupid. A long time ago, I watched a Western where the hero told the beautiful woman he was pursuing that only stupid people got bored, because smart people always found something interesting to do or think. Needless to say, I haven’t been much bored since. He was really handsome. But, NOW, I keep longing for boring. Or simply sitting still with no need to do anything, or only the things that give one joy.
My love and I had breakfast (with lots of lovely bacon) and went for a walk around the Rondebosch Common together. The rest of the day was reading, for pleasure and for work. Butter chicken for dinner. Simple things. Almost boring. And boring nowadays feels like heaven.
One month from today I will be forty-five. “Tell me, what would you do in 2022 if you knew you could not fail?” Robyn Porteous asked on Twitter today. I know what the answer is for me and I do not want to wait until 2022 to start. I do not intend to fail. New year’s resolution(s) loading.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please. Live.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”