It was put to me really well recently that “this is a pandemic, not a productivity competition.”

I’m welcoming the opportunity to indulge other and new interests, but right now every ounce of my being’s revolting against anything beyond gentle disciplines, so here I am, spooning peanut butter out of the jar, kept company by the hum of my peaceful home.

I hope you’re happy and safe, and may I suggest listening to Sigur Ros, settling into a comfy couch with your warm beverage of choice, and staring out the window at perennial things.