Weekend lockdowns put me in a sort of time vortex, I have no idea when it is. This weekend was particularly grim as I had a great deal of work including a meeting, and the sky was dark and grey so there is almost no light in our flat; what there is gets sucked up by the fashionable exposed brick. I had a headache for most of the weekend, and felt quite unwell one day (not the coronavirus), plus there was the general dismal feeling of being trapped in unchanging monotony in every bit of life, from breakfast to dinner, for the rest of my life. I couldn’t even read with any concentration. And there was Brexit of course, adding to general misery, alleviated only by Marina Hyde.
On the plus side, I had some nice phone calls with friends and family, and a lovely video message from some children the UK. The GF bought me a very fine handmade kitchen knife, forged by a dentist who also does prosthetic teeth for Turkish horror films, so I am confident it will be an excellent knife. It’s certainly very pretty: shapely, clean-edged and well-balanced, and with a very attractive (resin?) hilt. Also some nice tiramisu. And on Friday we bought a new plant, which has really beautiful flowers. So there is all that, though it was somewhat swamped in the wider gloom and feeling of sameness.
Anyway. Busy times ahead, and not much prospect of escape for many months to come.