It’s looking likely that we’ll be allowed out for exercise from May 2nd, so I’ve been getting the masks ready. The monkey is called Einstein (because he looks so clever) and he came to live with me on my 18th birthday. The sloth is Enric, who came back from Menorca with me last year – that’s why he has a Menorqui name. The masks are actually made from a pair…
The lockdown drags on, and I keep translating. I’m on the last of the current telescopes, so fairly good progress. Fiction doesn’t seem to be happening much the last few days although I have sent one short story off to someone who might buy it. It’s a bit of a long shot, but nothing’s going to sell sitting on my hard drive, is it? Actually the lockdown’s been extended…
This is starting to get me down. I suppose it’s not surprising after a month. I have it easier than a lot of people, but I’m longing to go for a walk in the woods to smell leaf mold and maybe even roll in it. I’m still writing. If I can’t escape the house physically, I can at least escape in my head. I finished the SF flash and entered…
Three weeks in and we seem to be hitting the top of the curve. We’ve only had one new case on the island in the last three days in spite of over a hundred tests. Sadly, there’s been another death, making 4 in all. The government’s extended the state of emergency until the 26th of April. So I’m thinking we might be allowed out, contigent on good behaviour, in anther…