Day 13: I wish it was dinosaurs
And why the news are your negative aunt
I officially can’t remember when I last left the house, which is both a good thing and a bad thing. The good thing is that I have completely adapted to my existing environment and I don’t feel the need to change it (evolution!), the bad thing is that I am losing count of the days, but thankfully I have work and Letters from Quarantine to help me do this, so we’re good.
Tonight, the Italian government announced another decree. This is turning into a Celine Dion concert, where she says she’s done and then goes on to sing ten encores, but you still know she’s not done because she hasn’t sang My Heart Will Go On yet. The latest update extends the quarantine measures to at least mid-April, which also happens to coincide with the Greek Orthodox Easter. Since my main way of celebrating every religious occasion is by eating, I was relieved to discover a 10-month-old flaouna in my freezer, and proud to discover that flaouna also has its very own Wikipedia entry.
The good news regarding the extended lockdown is that you can all rejoice, for this blog just received a lifeline, since the plan was for it to expire when it was over. I look forward to our next thirty-something days (years?) together.
The disappointing news of the day was that Amazon announced new measures, specifically that they are limiting all deliveries to only essential items, but I am hoping my latest order falls within this category. This is everyone’s golden moment for self-expression and self-improvement, so surely my books with subconscious (self-denial) title choices and the ‘I’m a mess’ apron I ordered a few days ago are essential, right?
Following last night’s near-perfect house rave, which suffered only four major streaming interruptions from Facebook, our second Saturday in quarantine was spent leisurely basking in the sun and reading on the balcony (technically inside with my legs extending outdoors, I still don’t trust the building structure and this is not a good time to be falling off a building). I am reading Light Years by James Salter, a book about the life of a married couple that goes out and meets other people, resulting in the demise of their marriage. Socialising has always been dangerous, we were all just too busy to notice.
Nowadays I try to avoid reading the news more than once a day, because it’s as fun as receiving a visit from your negative aunt who is deeply unsatisfied with life, but surprisingly everyone knows this apart from her, so she goes on to spend your entire time together asking you questions about you, only to respond with something sad about herself.
As it keeps looking like the world is coming to an end, I continue thinking how anticlimactic this whole thing is. I wish it was dinosaurs, it would have been much more fun.
Lunch: Brunch, consisting of smoked salmon, smashed avocado on toast and scrambled eggs with ricotta.
Song of the day: Saturday Night Fever. Is it me, or does it look like the Bee Gees basically created the soundtrack for all of this back in the 70s?
[BONUS] Question of the day: Remember when we used to go out?
If reading Letters from Quarantine is making you feel a bit better about the impending apocalypse, feel free to spread the love and share it with a friend.
Finally, Tomas Pueyo, everyone’s favourite Corona-influencer, has published a new post (complete with a poetic title). Read it, and share it with those who still don’t understand why suppression is important: https://medium.com/@tomaspueyo/coronavirus-the-hammer-and-the-dance-be9337092b56