So I've been having good days and bad days. Good days I genuinely count my blessings of which there are plenty. But the bad days - they creep up. For five days I needed to buy groceries and couldn't make myself leave the house. I actually opened the shelf long life milk I had bought early in the pandemic to tide us over. (It's weirdly creamy)
And then, yesterday, I got out of bed, did 3 loads of washing and went shopping for food. There is now milk and eggs in the fridge. And to my huge relief, the supermarkets in Sydney are edging back towards normal. The price of fresh produce has gone up enormously - but that's because of the bush fires late last year impacting us. One thing this year has brought home to me is how connected we are to the land, and how when we lose connection, when we disregard the land, that's when devastation can arise.
So if you are having a bad day, be kind to yourself, and if you are having a good day, do your washing. I am still writing lists, as I find myself more forgetful than usual, when the fog as I call it, comes and sits on my head.
But yesterday I played scrabble with a friend (appropriately socially distanced) and life felt more ordinary and thus so much better (and she put down an 8 letter word! Hamsters! 84 points!!)
