March 22nd 2020
Today global-heath-crisis-induced-quarantine meant I had to stay at my flat in Cheltenham, rather than go back and see my Mum for Mother’s Day. Sorry, Mum. It’s her birthday tomorrow too, so usually in any other normal existence I’d’ve obviously been back in Swindon, but this is existence is not currently a normal one.
It’s some alternate timeline slash parallel dimension into which our universe has temporarily slipped, and we just have to ride it out until the universe figures out how to climb up the hill it just slid down.
Speaking of which, I managed to go outside for a walk today. That was fun. I’d forgotten what air tasted like, and how the wind sounded. The sky was even blue, and the sun was even out. I just spent an hour walking around a park, but it was delightful.
It did teach me that the one thing I wish I had during this apocalypse is a dog, because everyone who was out with a dog has a solid excuse to be out. At the moment, I have no reason to be out other than the fact that if I don’t go out, I’ll end up going stir crazy. A dog though? That would help.
Anyone got a spare dog going?
Anyway, Mother’s Day.
Mum, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to make today special for you, but thank you for being there to make every day before this special for me.
Until tomororow, I’ll see you soon.