It’s never ending isn’t it?

Argh.

I’ve now cancelled our trip to the Clunes Book Festival which I was looking forward to all year. Two days of book talks, book fairs on the streets and all the seven bookstores of that town open to public. Bloody hell. 🤬

Oh well.

On the plus side, my throat is on the mend. I still have a dry cough, runny nose and I don’t have any sense of smell or taste now for 6 days since I tested. Brain fog is worse than ever. I walk in and out of rooms, start tasks not finishing them off, I’ve no idea what I’m doing or done. (Situation normal).

I’m still testing positive on the RATs. I’ve been inside all this time as has Andrew.

I think what helped me was just a lot of sleep and rest and drinking gazillions of litres of water. I hope he decides to do the same and not force his body through work because he’s under the pump there.

The Positives

On the plus side of all this time to sit and stare out the window or read is that I’ve read some gems of books. I’ll share reviews of them online once my voice comes back to normal because right now my voice sounds like the butler, Carson from Downton Abbey.

The one book which I found myself unable to put down is by John Williams called Stoner.

I was balling my eyes out 63 pages in for a lot of reasons. The writing is beautiful but it’s something else. It’s life. It just is.

How can some people write like this that touches something deep inside us and can move us to tears?

It’s a book about a man who lives an ordinary life but it’s something else much deeper.

Check out the reviews: 👇

Anyway Covid has allowed me time to read some great books and think deeply a lot.

I think it was some answer to the original angst I had initially looking at a very full social March diary that in all honesty had me a bit concerned.

I like socialising and say yes to everyone but then I get overwhelmed with everything and panic as to how I’m going to fit it all in.

The universe provided the answer.

Catch Covid and wipe your entire last half of March off so you can just read, think and just be in your own head for a while which frankly, sometimes is more vivid, interesting and engaging (sometimes more so) than the real world.

(Which I had to laugh out loud – which you normally don’t do with his books if you’ve read them – when JC Coetzee mentioned this very thing in his book that I’m reading called Diary Of A Bad Year).