OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
Autumn is in the air – unmistakable and wonderful, my favourite time of the year. And this morning was so gorgeous that I decided to walk to my appointment with my counsellor, and my love accompanied me and then walked back home. It is always good to see my counsellor, and then walking back myself, I reflected on what we’d spoken about and felt hopeful for the future (despite everything that is going on).
A day of mostly work and household duties – some maintenance that has been waiting for a looooong time. I also had a good meeting with a writer, who brought fresh garlic from his garden, and then a lovely drink with my temporary neighbour (a dear friend is housesitting in my street). Dinner with my love.
Still no side-effects, so I think I am boosted and in the clear. A great feeling!
State of disaster has been extended, as has our lockdown, the oldest in the world. Soon it will be two years that I have been writing this diary. I cannot believe how much has happened in this time. No wonder that most of us feel permanently dazed.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local. Get vaccinated, please. Live.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”