I read somewhere that the skies are more clear, and so the sun appears more often, due to the drop in air traffic. Normally when I look up from my desk I can see planes taking off on the horizon. These days I see blue skies. With the exception of yesterday morning when I saw
A slight breeze wafts in through the open windows. There’s a hint of fire in the air. Someone has fired up the BBQ early. It’s sunny, it’s warm. Music blasts through the speakers in my living room. Sorry but not sorry neighbours. This afternoon I spent a whole hour in the forest near my home.
Met up with an actual human being today. You know, one of those human beings that you know personally. Not the florist or the mailman. It’s hard to believe that it had been 24 days since I last saw someone I knew. In some ways times feels like it’s flying by, in other ways, not
There are moments when it all just seems like any other normal day. That you have to remind yourself that it has been twenty days since you last met someone you know in person. That it has been twenty-one days since you last hugged someone. That this is, in fact, not normal. I could, of
Day seventeen. Woke up. Daylight savings time, check. Sunshine on my face, check. Anxiety attack, check. Time for coffee. Yes, yes, I know. ‘Coffee makes anxiety worse!’ But I’m not about to lessen my coffee intake just while there’s a pandemic going on. Fight or flight mode, check. Oven preheating to 220 degrees, check. Feed
Day fifteen was a turning point. Day fourteen was crap, because I had just finished my Spring cleaning. Now what was I supposed to do? Knit? Sadly my grandmother passed her death-to-knitting gene onto me. Oh, to be a knitter and be able to create the most comfiest cardigans. Anyway. Like I said. Day fifteen