Day 8: Me, myself and the body

Quarantine Diary 6AM. I wish I was a cat. All flexible, soft, and limber. I’m not. I wake up with a headache, the kind that is caused by muscle tension. The body’s way to say something needs to relax. So my morning is spent on the yoga mat and moving about the room, stretching, shaking,Continue reading “Day 8: Me, myself and the body”

Day 3: Feathered Friends and other things

Quarantine Diary 5:30 AM. Sunday. It’s quiet, very few people about. Only the regulars – street cleaners, dog owners, a few delivery drivers. I hear bird song, perch at my window and spy a few feathered friends. A couple of sparrows have made a home in a hole in the wall across the street –Continue reading “Day 3: Feathered Friends and other things”