Today i’ve had this constant sense of impending doom and the day couldn’t have been more perfect even if we weren’t all trapped in the confines of our own homes during a global pandemic.
I took Oscar for a walk in the morning, the weather has been glorious, he managed to behave himself the whole time AND I narrowly avoided an awkward encounter with someone who ghosted me after two dates. I spent the rest of the day battling my Mother in Scrabble, learning to knit and cooking a roast dinner with very minimal supervision. Mum and I paid tribute to the great Kenny Rogers, belting out The Gambler in the garden and feeling truly grateful that we have the opportunity to sit in our own little secluded open space during this strange and unprecedented time. All in all my slow progression into old age glory has sped up remarkably thanks to COVID-19.
Despite what a lovely day it’s been, I’ve had this underlying anxiety that this Sunday been so lovely…because it isn’t going to last. I recognise that a sense of impending doom is a side effect of anxiety and, clearly I’m well aware of my own anxious mental state right now so I’ve made every effort to just enjoy today for what it is. I know many people are feeling the same as I right now, I take an odd sort of comfort in knowing that we really are all in this together and I hope everyone has tried to enjoy the sun as much as they possibly can and within a safe distance away from everyone.
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