Can you believe it's day 18? We can. One by one, we fell by the wayside yesterday and today. Decisions being made about how long we stay here, when and how to get back home; our dreams diluted with reality. And we are the very lucky ones. My three hour in the middle of the night 'wakeathon' is starting to unsettle me but I feel I share it with quite a few people. The uncertainty of life is probably a deal breaker for people most of the time but isolation compounds it. I got used to it travelling solo last year but I was alone with humans around me. I'm finding the empty streets quite confronting but the desire to survive is inherent in most of us as we cross the road and keep our distance, unlike the crowds of people at Manly beach yesterday, totally ignoring the rules. Maybe it's my age that makes me so paranoid.
Tonight, after a late afternoon run (well walk really) to purchase Rum and Coca Cola, we took matters into our own hands. The daughter decided to cleanse the house of the negative energy emanating from our anxiety with Palo Santo, the sweet smelling resin, it smoked through the house and I'm sure the C virus would have thought twice about entering our abode. From being in the depths of despair this morning, the daughter has risen from the ashes of her smudging ritual and rushes to the balcony at eight o'clock with a bowl and spoon to add her signature to the clapping. She is my shining light. WE CAN DO THIS!
On a lighter note - Austria and Malta now have the toilet paper debacle with Malta also having a yeast shortage! Good to see that when times get tough, the not so tough get baking.
Finally finished the figs.
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