Dream Yourself Away

May 5, 2020 | Covid-19 Diary, Dead Water

Blow the Years Away

I know, because I’ve been sleeping well, that I’ve reached a point in this process where the anxieties I had when this all began have faded. It’s become a cliché to talk about a ‘new normal’ but, for me at least, I’ve found a routine for spending my days. I’m lucky, I know.

But I still find myself getting anxious about things I’ve got used to doing–writing my 1970 music posts, writing this daily diary entry, going for my walk.

I managed to give up on that today. I spent 5 1/2 outside in the sun reading. I did no writing of any kind until writing up this entry, even though I’m behind on a notional schedule I keep in my head. No guilt.

I haven’t had my phone nearby for a lot of the day, and have barely been on a laptop except to write this and an email at breakfast time. That makes, naturally, for a short entry this evening.

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I’ve written here previously about privilege and being able to cocoon ourselves up here. I was chatting to friend of hours this evening, who lives about a mile away. I said, truthfully, that, to the best of my knowledge I don’t know anyone who has contracted the virus. He replied that he knew 2 people who’ve died of it. Sobering.

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Music. A band that dominated my teens was Pink Floyd. These days, as I’ve written here before, I rarely listen to anything after Meddle from 1971, though it was fun to hear Brain Damage/Eclipse at the end of the series 3 finale of Westworld. Despite their relative longevity as a band, my favourite single track of theirs is Richard Wright’s  Remember A Day from 1968.