The step target is 10,000 a day. I hit it once before noon, with my run and the boys’ walk. Then I hit it again working in the garden all afternoon and evening.
I’m knackered.
The step target is 10,000 a day. I hit it once before noon, with my run and the boys’ walk. Then I hit it again working in the garden all afternoon and evening.
I’m knackered.
Parents are shit scared. They realise how bad is the situation. Their network is full of infected and suffering people. They’ve lost friends and acquaintances. They will not hear one word against the God or his organisation.
Friends are shit scared. They’ve suffered and recovered. Their parents and siblings are infected but stable. They’re scared, not of Covid, but of the God who demands and commands this blind loyalty. They’re scared of what’s happening to the nation, the society, and their future and safety in it.
I fear for both.
I’m sad that I’m so far from both.
Call my parents every day with an anxiety.
‘Tusi theek ho? Sab theek hai? Dadi ma, Dada ji theek hai?’
Maa: Haan sab theek hai
Phew. We’ve survived one more day.
I can sleep tonight.
Yep, that’s how all Indians living away from family are doing at the moment.
Je n’ai pas la rythme dans mon peau, mais… j’adore danser.
Et j’adore nager
Et j’adore courir
Et j’adore la musique
Tous me font contente
Finished off a bleh sick day by watching happy music videos, and dancing along to one.