Dear Diary…

…I have things to do which aren’t getting done while the Winter winds howl round the eaves. Mostly because of these pointless COVID restrictions that have no basis in science, unless of course it’s political science. I have conversations which need to be arranged. Tasks performed. Roadblocks circumvented.

Then there’s the news that even with the whole population vaccinated the travel restrictions aren’t likely to be lifted and other such fuckwittery. It seems to me like half the world is scared of it’s own shadow, convinced that we’re all going to be slaughtered in our beds by a virus from befordadawnatime, or some other phantom conjured up by mathematical modelers. Yes, SARS/COV-2 is a nasty bug. As bad as the 1968-9 flu outbreak. And it seems to be hitting ethnic minorities hardest, particularly those with the darkest skins. Vitamin D studies anyone?

Even the normally hyper-sensible Mrs S has caught the worry bug, suggesting to me that maybe we should put our names down for vaccination. I said she was free to make her own decision, but I’m going to wait until May 2021 until I make a move in that direction. I want to see the outcome of this uncontrolled mass clinical trial first. I remember the fallout from the rushed vaccinations for Swine flu in 2009-10, so my caution is a learned response. Debilitating Narcolepsy is one of those conditions I don’t want to put myself at risk of. When I’m happy about the risks, then I’ll roll up my sleeve, not before. I am no anti-vaxxer, just naturally cautious about something so obviously rushed to market. Like with any new technology, I prefer to let the early adopters take the risks.

So I’m going to concentrate on that which can be done, focussing on subverting any restrictions by whatever means are available. To that end I’ve bought a nice big page to a day A4 desk diary, like I used to have when I was a contractor. Bloody useful things. Better than a cell phone because a handwritten diary can’t be accessed by anyone but members of the same household. True, you can’t make phone calls with it, but for at-a-glance accessibility you can’t beat desk diaries. Nothing ends up down an electronic rabbit or memory hole, and it can’t be hacked remotely. Technology has it’s place, but as a cautious man I prefer not to keep all my proverbial eggs in one information basket. You can fill them with doodles as mnemonics, sketches and notes. Whatever you like.

Physical diaries are also useful as an organisational tool that you always have access to, even if the power or Interweb goes out. So long as there’s light to read, you’re still up and running. Win-win.

As for entertainment, I haven’t been happy with TV, or even streaming for some considerable time, and have purchased a batch of 1000 and 1500 piece jigsaws to occupy my mind while I play ‘hurry up and wait’. Mrs S has her books, and we take time out to chat about what she’s read and how far along we are.

This is my life at the moment, and I’m doing the best with it that I can.