Day ? of the pandemic.

My Best Beloved always refills the coffee maker with water after he’s made his own morning brew, a little thing but it reminds me of how very kind he is, even so.

Cup of tea and a biscuit. The tea cup is quarantine-sized.

I have rediscovered the delight of avocado toast sprinkled with Egyptian dukkah (that fragrant mixture of herbs and nuts), enjoyed with a cup of hot coffee, in spite of everything.

This morning the pupper decided we needed to stay in bed and snuggle under the covers for an extra forty-five minutes. I agreed, even so.

My asparagus plants arrived. I am going to plant them tomorrow and wait for good things, in spite of everything.

Ah, an afternoon cup of tea and a biscuit. The solace of the afternoon, even so.

I came across this quote from Virginia Woolf, which I think is pertinent not only right now, but pretty much any time. After all, each of us must learn what truth is and how to speak it, what freedom means, and how to be at peace with ourselves, in spite of everything.

“While fame impedes and constricts, obscurity wraps about a man like a mist; obscurity is dark, ample,

Virginia Woolf and canine companion.

and free; obscurity lets the mind take its way unimpeded. Over the obscure man is poured the merciful suffusion of darkness. None knows where he goes or comes. He may seek the truth and speak it; he alone is free; he alone is truthful, he alone is at peace.”