Confirmed global cases are now over 2.6 million, and over 186,000 people have died. The people who think they know are saying that we are starting to see light at the end of the tunnel, but I’m not so sure. We are certainly not out of the woods yet by any means.

I have now been off work for almost four weeks and the time is certainly zipping by very quickly. While I do miss work in as much as it gives a pattern to my day, I don’t mind the down time, and I can’t relate at all to those people who can’t seem to find a way to deal with the confinement. It’s all fuss and bluster for no reason that I can see: a lot of people looking for some attention.

Just find something to do – it’s really not that difficult. Mow the lawn, paint a picture, build a birdhouse, take a walk, read a book, write a book, learn how to knit, learn a foreign language, paint the fence, change that lightbulb that you have been meaning to look at for ages, bake a cake, get drunk on all that wine you have been gifted but has just been sitting in the rack gathering dust, wash your car, call your mother, learn to juggle, learn a magic trick, sing along to your favourite songs, catch up with your Netflix queue.

Just wash your hands before and after.

I am filling my days by reading (something I wasn’t doing too much of before), working on those jigsaws that have been sitting in the garage unattended for months, and making quizzes for the family… mostly general knowledge, although the others in my household do not consider them to be general at all. I’m also squeezing in some writing, which is nice.

Stay safe, folks.