Covid-19 Lockdown: Day 29

I continued reading today and had a long conversation with my cousin Shameera in Australia mid-morning. Our conversations last hours or until one of us gets hungry or loses battery power. Although I have to admit, I am often the one always needs in need of a charge.

My cousin’s husband Charl was setting up a newly purchased Weber when my cousin called, and I wished so badly that I could’ve been there. I would’ve been braai’ing with them had it not been for the corona.

The Weber made me think of yesterday. I was craving meat so much that I indulged in a boerie roll, but my body rejected the roll and the meat. I’m not sure which one affected me most but I woke up with a very bloated tummy so I went for a run. In my complex. To the bin and back only, of course.

After I exercised I decided to juice vegetables to get some vitamin C into my system. My cough is back and I’m quite certain it’s because I laughed so hard at the President’s attempt to put his mask on last night. I still crack when I think about it. But in all seriousness, my cough is bad.

I juiced carrot, beetroot, celery, cucumber and ginger and I decided to not waste the pulp today. I almost always feel guilty to throw it away so I boiled the ginger and made a tea with honey. I also made an Indian Raita with the carrot and cucumber pulp by adding a bit of yogurt, chilies and jeera to it. It doesn’t quite look like a raita but it does taste like one.

I tried to read for most of the afternoon and ate leftovers. For teatime I had pancakes from Tuesday and sliced some fresh figs over them - I was in heaven.

Today was particularly difficult because the neighbor residing beneath me is like a bad paper cut that never heals. Her child is three but cries so bitterly for anything and everything, all day, every day. I kid you not. She was really bad today and I have been feeling irritable along with all my other surrounding neighbors from this afternoon.

I eventually gave up reading and watched a movie and later worshiped in my loft before streaming a Rivers Sisters sermon online.

Now I have a headache but at least the screaming has died down.

If you’re reading this.

Pray for us all. #LockdownIsNoChildsPlay

Tomorrow I will try to read again. Or rummage through my books, like I did today, and read some children’s stories. When I was married I used to collect kiddies books for my unborn children. But as time passed, no kids materialised and the longing for a baby disappeared. Maybe one day it will come back but for now I’m going to hang on to my Sam McBratney’s, Guess How Much I Love You series - just in case.