I’m finding it hard to remain positive. Winter isn’t my favourite season. It’s cold, it’s grey, and usually brings a spot of cabin fever, but of course this year the dread of illness is something else entirely, and that “stuck inside” feeling is next-level.
The news here in the UK and around the globe continues to be grim.
I’ve just read that my London borough currently has the second highest infection rate in the capital.
The UK’s official Covid-19 death topped 100,000 yesterday.
The newest Covid-19 variant may be 30% more deadly.
Homeschooling hit a wall last week when the teacher tested positive and went off sick. It was only then that we discovered the school’s management team had no Plan B in place. Things are looking better this week (and the teacher appears to be making a full recovery).
There’s no real expectation that schools will reopen before Easter.
I miss the family I don’t live with.
There’s nothing to look forward to – no lunches out, no family parties, no meeting friends for coffee, no nipping into town for a walk with my camera, no overseas travel.
In re-reading the above points, I realise that I may come across as being a little self-indulgent. Make no mistake, I appreciate that I, along with my immediate family, have much to be grateful for.
We have a roof over our heads, we have food to eat, we are able to pay our bills.
Family members are beginning to receive the vaccine.
But I am also entitled to feel all the feelings. We’re not on holiday, this isn’t ‘time off’, we’re still in the middle of a global crisis.
How are you feeling right now?