Day 44 - Saturday 2nd May
I wake too early again and can't get back to sleep. I'm so fed up with being exhausted. But life goes on … it's so hard to get motivated though. I set the breadmaker off to make a loaf, and that cheers me up. Then some laundry, unload the dishwasher - there's always something to do. It doesn't feel like I'm achieving much, though. I make a vegan tortilla for lunch, following the recipe more exactly than last time when I used roasted parsnips, turnip and carrots that needed using up. I liked the other one better though. I also treat myself to a slice of bread, fresh from the bread maker, topped with some butter I brought back from France that has chunks of salt in it - delicious! I get my son up - eventually - so that he can work on the assignment that's due on Tuesday. I'm worried about him, as he always wakes up exhausted and feeling nauseous, but he's resisting my pressure to call the doctor.
There was an online conference this week called The Space In Between, for those who are taking the opportunity of the pause to consider how they want their future to look. I hadn't managed to watch it live but I catch up on a few of the sessions today. It feels like there is a lot of fantastic content but not enough time to watch it. The sessions are supposed to be encouraging, but it just makes me think how little I'm achieving compared to the presenters.
Late afternoon we have a video chat with my daughter and son in law and watch our grandson play. They relay the video to their TV and he gets confused because he can see us there but the sound still comes from the phone. He's getting good at recognising us by name now and it's so cute, but poignant because we can't see him in person. They've struggled a bit this week because the weather hasn't been nice enough to go out every day - and also because he has already outgrown the shoes they bought him just before they went into isolation so he has to stay in the pushchair when they do go out.
Today the lockdown has been relaxed in Spain with different age groups allowed out at different times. My friend who recently moved there posted a photo on Facebook of her first expedition. Our death toll is now above 28k, on track to exceed Italy although on a per capita basis Belgium is still the worst affected country in Europe. The Prime Minister has been quoted as saying that he wants people back at work by 26th May but not all businesses will be allowed to re-open at once, at least in London, to avoid swamping public transport.
I have a quick chat with my friend who's recovering from CV - she's coughing less, unless she exerts herself, but her chest still hurts. Then I make dinner - two sittings tonight as hubby has a call scheduled with his friends. My son and I have a fancy-looking Mediterranean rice dish with thinly sliced veg arranged on the top, and hubby has venison casserole. I'm a bit miffed that he's arranged to meet his friends online on a Saturday without any consultation - I know one day is very much like another these days but it's surprising how lonely you can feel in a house with two other people when you're abandoned on a Saturday night. I'm at the other end of the house and the doors are closed, but I can still hear hubby speaking - he's always louder when he's had a drink.
Tonight I am grateful for freshly-baked bread.
There was an online conference this week called The Space In Between, for those who are taking the opportunity of the pause to consider how they want their future to look. I hadn't managed to watch it live but I catch up on a few of the sessions today. It feels like there is a lot of fantastic content but not enough time to watch it. The sessions are supposed to be encouraging, but it just makes me think how little I'm achieving compared to the presenters.
Late afternoon we have a video chat with my daughter and son in law and watch our grandson play. They relay the video to their TV and he gets confused because he can see us there but the sound still comes from the phone. He's getting good at recognising us by name now and it's so cute, but poignant because we can't see him in person. They've struggled a bit this week because the weather hasn't been nice enough to go out every day - and also because he has already outgrown the shoes they bought him just before they went into isolation so he has to stay in the pushchair when they do go out.
Today the lockdown has been relaxed in Spain with different age groups allowed out at different times. My friend who recently moved there posted a photo on Facebook of her first expedition. Our death toll is now above 28k, on track to exceed Italy although on a per capita basis Belgium is still the worst affected country in Europe. The Prime Minister has been quoted as saying that he wants people back at work by 26th May but not all businesses will be allowed to re-open at once, at least in London, to avoid swamping public transport.
I have a quick chat with my friend who's recovering from CV - she's coughing less, unless she exerts herself, but her chest still hurts. Then I make dinner - two sittings tonight as hubby has a call scheduled with his friends. My son and I have a fancy-looking Mediterranean rice dish with thinly sliced veg arranged on the top, and hubby has venison casserole. I'm a bit miffed that he's arranged to meet his friends online on a Saturday without any consultation - I know one day is very much like another these days but it's surprising how lonely you can feel in a house with two other people when you're abandoned on a Saturday night. I'm at the other end of the house and the doors are closed, but I can still hear hubby speaking - he's always louder when he's had a drink.
Tonight I am grateful for freshly-baked bread.
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