Issue #124 - The Spaces in Between
Summer Micro Edition #4 - Covid Tea
I’ll be taking a break over the next four or five issues, so this is a shorter issue than would normally drop into your inbox. I hope that you enjoy this selection of links and pics, feel free to get in touch, and look forward to catching up later in the summer.
I only enjoyed a few days of being home before symptoms started to kick in and now I’m in bed for the third (or is it fourth?) day of beating Covid or more probably one of its many variants. It’s not fun. Aches and chills, a big headache which paracetamol is just about keeping at a level. I’m anxious too because one of my family is recovering from surgery and quite vulnerable at the moment. I’m in a bedroom, being passed drinks and bits of fruit through the window, thank goodness it’s a bungalow.
I’m a bit bored and brain isn’t too foggy, although trying to read was hard, I watched hours of Glastonbury Festival on iPlayer (Paul McCartney was amazing), and scrolled endlessly though my phone. It hasn’t been great reading the news, hardly anything to lift the spirits, in fact all incredibly sad and disheartening. I think you all know what I’m talking about.
I’ll be okay, just got to get through this and luckily everyone else seems to be fine. I’m not entirely sure where I got Covid from, possibly from the plane trip, I sat next to a friendly couple who chatted but perhaps had the snivels and weren’t wearing masks. It’s just one of those things, we try to protect ourselves as much as we can but sometimes it’s just rotten luck.
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Life feels very surreal at the moment, in the first few days when I was well we went to the beach and I had a wander around the supermarket, I’m glad that I wore a mask there as I was probably infectious and with hindsight probably a bit irresponsible of me, I should have waited for a few days at least. It was nice to have a bit of normality and be home until the rest of it happened.
I wish I could be out and about, I’m sketching on whatever bits of paper I can find and listening to music but can’t concentrate for long.
I’m worn out, I will try again during the week. I’m sorry that this isn’t a post about the usual things, this is such a dark week. It isn’t the America that I moved to, brought my family to, it is a disgraceful act. These terrible people, supposed leaders, legislators and justices, they don’t have the intelligence to comprehend how awful this is.
I’ll be back later in the week. Speak later.