Plague Diaries #6

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Friday. End of the first week of lockdown, and of this diary. Sometimes I feel like not doing this anymore, like what’s the point of this? But then I guess the point is irrelevant. I’m not doing this for you, I’m doing this for me. So I go on.

I had a bad night’s sleep. I woke at 2am and lay awake for a while before eventually getting up and watching TV for a while. This is what happens when you have to spend all day inside, the things that normally tire you out, like the commute, work, being outdoors, isn’t happening. You’re just sat on your arse all day staring at a screen. I also appear to have a touch of labyrinthitis, which may be the result of the cold/flu I’ve had. I’ve had it a few times, even been put on tranquilizers to ease the vertigo. This isn’t anything like as bad, but it’s frustrating just as much.

So worn out, tired, dizzy, I did manage to actually get some work done and solved a bunch of problems with the project I’ve been working on. Yay.

As a consequence of the way I feel, my mood hasn’t been as good today as it has the last couple of days. I’ve felt lower all day, and the stream of bad news from the media is getting to me. Boris Johnson has coronavirus – that made me smile, and I mean, I don’t care for the guy, but he is a person, has a family, and I’m sure this is a worrying time for them. Maybe he’ll remember that when he’s deciding future Tory Party policy. I doubt it, but you never know. Beyond that, the situation in Italy, Spain, Germany, it’s all concerning. And there’s talk of the EU falling apart due to disagreements over debt between member states. And we thought Brexit was a horrible mistake. I’ve actually googled “coronavirus good news” several times today, desperately searching for things to make me feel better about the situation. There wasn’t really much. Some study says this, some says that.

All the supermarkets and grocery stores have markings on the floor now to show people where to stand to keep proper social distancing. Some places are making people queue outside to control numbers inside.

My neck hurts. I don’t know why. It’s hurt for days. I might be sleeping awkwardly or it’s the flu. It worries me when I think about it too much.

What else. What else that isn’t fucking virus.

I’m happy with the writing project I’ve been working on. A little bit more work and it will be ready. I have no long piece on the go, no new novel in the works. I thought I had something before, but it slipped away. Maybe it will come back, but I can’t force these things.

The day’s highlight has definitely been a Skype call with writer friend Ryan Madej, who’s book The Threshold and the Key I read a month or so ago. It was really great to connect with a likeminded soul on the other side of the world and just talk film and writing for a while, put all this other crap to one side and be people, just be.

I’m washing my hands.