Today’s journal is about one thing. Or maybe thirty.
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250 and Still Typing
This is the 250th journal in my daily succession. It’s a milestone so strange to me that I wondered what to write about. Two hundred and fifty is, more or less, the length of our family pandemic lockdown. It’s the time since I was discharged from prostate cancer care, a milestone trivialised on learning at the same place and time that there was another cancer attacking the family.
Three Words
‘I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: …’
I was adding toppings to the granola that Lia had prepared for breakfast shortly before I woke. My contribution was a dusting of quinoa pops and a spoonful each of yoghurt and some excellent botanicals. I cut two freshly baked sourdough loaves into four pieces, three for the freezer. It’s Saturday and there was no newspaper yet, the delivery times having slipped since lockdown started.
