OYSTERHOOD is reclusiveness or solitude, or an overwhelming desire to stay at home.
My friend Debbie gave me Nespresso capsules as a gift and it was nice to drink the coffee and think of her this morning. I shared the rusks with Glinka.
Still in bed, we then worked on the edit of a manuscript until it was time to get ready for a culinary adventure. My love and I met dear friends in Franschhoek for a lunch at Protégé. It was the first time we saw one another since the beginning of lockdown and it felt great to reconnect in person (even at a distance and without hugs) and to enjoy a delicious meal together.
They serve divine oysters at Protégé.
I do love oysters. But no matter how exceptionally delicious the food was, it was the company that made the event beyond special. My love and I have missed our friends very much and it was soul-restoring to see them, especially under circumstances that felt safe. I appreciate places that have mastered the health and safety protocols so well that as their customer you can forget about the pandemic for a short time while being in their care. Protégé felt very safe.
After returning home, I got back into bed and continued working with Salieri catssisting. With the rain and wind going wild outside, we did not feel the need to be anywhere else. We had chicken leftovers for dinner and are now waiting for the US Open men’s final. We will be cheering for Mozart’s and my countryman, Dominic Thiem.
Ahead is a busy week, but the weekend was relaxing. If only I knew what was wrong with my right eye; it is gradually turning red. If it’s not better by tomorrow morning, I will have to see a doctor.
Barbara Boswell’s And I Wrote My Story Anyway – the perfect gift for my literary women friends.
Be kind. Wear a mask. Support local.
“Physical distancing remains one of the key strategies to curb this pandemic.”