Monday.
Hey, I think May is shaking my energy up and I wake up before the alarm again. So surprising. Although I stay in bed until the alarm goes off because it’s Monday and because why not.
Finish meditation and look at the window… meh. Grey day. Typical London. It doesn’t bother me much, I need some freshness too. Go ahead to make some porridge as I’m having my herbal tea and listen to Random Playlist. Going mellow today. Jamie Cullum’s ‘Oh God’ is the first song of the day and I feel it’s such a great Apocalypse song. Coronavirus vibes while listening to the lyrics. I bet many of us wonder if there is any external force that can tell us when this is going to stop… or maybe this is not on anyone’s hands, really,
Whatever it is, one day at a time. There’s not much more that we can do.
Open the curtains and I can see there are some workers next to my balcony… My neighbour had the great idea of doing works on the façade during confinement. Why not, hey. Give an awkward ‘good morning’ smile and get on eating my porridge. I’m glad I got changed before opening the curtains. Eating porridge while a couple of workers are working next to my balcony is not the most relaxing feeling… wouldn’t want to make things even more awkward by showing my Chip&Chop pyjamas.
Anyway, I get on with work and prepare for our departmental meeting. Finish some spreadsheets and I get a text from mom. She says COVID19 was already around in December. And we all went through a horribly contagious virus over Christmas… Uh. Maybe we had it. Maybe my January nasty flu was Coronavirus…
What if it was?
I find funny that I joked around the school saying I had the Spanish flu —because I came back from Spain with that nasty virus. Some of my workmates laughed at my occurrence because had I had Spanish flu I would’ve been dead by then…
Heh.
Destiny can throw very ironic curveballs sometimes.
Anyway. I play with the thought and can’t help but wander around my imagination and think how life would be if I were immune to the virus… that meant I could finally have a walk to the Heath and not worry about getting the virus.
If only.
Dr. Sis pops the dreamy bubble saying there’s no evidence we might’ve had it because the only way of knowing is through a serology. And I’m not willing to go to the hospital to get a serology in order to check whether I had Coronavirus in January or not. Secondly, developing immunity to the virus is still not certain. Apparently there’re chances to get it again. No one really knows for sure how the virus acts and everything is pretty much up in the air…
So no Heath. Nor walks. Nor getting out of the tower. Evil Covid19 is still guarding my castle.
Dammit.
At least I have a balcony. Let’s see the silver lining.
Oh, I have a good old friend visiting. Maya’s back! I look at my window as I’m writing and she wonders around for a while until she’s gone again. Well, I’m growing my hair, talking to animals confided in my tower, dreaming about the moment I’ll be free again. And today I’ve danced and even sung to ‘The Dealer’ from the bottom of my lungs like three times (cold revenge to Roderick’s sad tunes is finally served).
Can’t help but feeling like Coronapunzel at this point. Disney metamorphosis is happening.
Go to the kitchen and the real intention was baking pizza (bought one of these ready-made bases. Making the base from scratch is not in my future cooking plans. At all). But… meh. Put a couple of slices on the toast and make an easy sandwich. Can’t be bothered.
Both Mom and Sis send me a link of an easy avocado sandwich recipe… can’t help but thinking how in the beginning of the quarantine both would send me easy dinner recipes or cakes and now it’s gone down to sandwiches. I think they’ve already surrendered to the evidence.
Last stage of mourning: acceptance. We finally got there. The funny thing is that they send it to me independently and not in our group. They must love me very much.
I say I’ll try doing it and they say ‘it’s dead easy’. I get it. Next sandwich will be that one.
Organise a bit my evening and check what I have left to do. Tomorrow Hideki and I launch our podcast and we still need a logo, so I get on track and work on a few sketches but nothing’s really happening. Oh well, let’s chill and try after evening yoga session.
Keep on dancing because workers are finally gone. After a good dance session I head down to the kitchen because I want to have dinner before yoga so I can pass out right after the session. Make a one-egg omelette and steam a few potatoes. I look at the dish… it’s the perfect image of a deconstructed Spanish omelette by a lazy Spanish cook.
There’s always a way to wing it.
Yoga session is great. I wasn’t aware of how much tension I had and how much I needed to release. Mondays are becoming one of my favourite days. Starting the week by going to bed lighter and much more relaxed is definitely a game-changer.
I also get inspo for the logo and quickly draft it in the tablet. Looks good for now.
Pass out as soon as I hit bed with a wave of excitement. Tomorrow we’re up in the air!
I might not know when this is going to end or when I’ll be allowed to get out to the social world but fun projects are definitely making the darkness much lighter.