Day 347

Tuesday 03 March

Every now and then I am aware that the days seem to drift by, being ticked off, from what is a limited lifetime.

I realise that sounds pretty depressing a thought, not really what’s needed on a Tuesday night. But I got home after work, later than I wanted to really (but that seems to be the way of things for the past few months), and I realised that that was another day gone.

Now, I don’t have days like this very often. It was actually quite a productive day, a few laughs and plenty of positives but there is still a sense of emptiness about things at the moment. It doesn’t help that we are all in purgatory waiting for the world to open up again. It feels like I am just subconsciously drumming my fingers until things return to normal.

And tomorrow the government will announce the new budget. Another homage to the future, whatever that looks like. More time for change and time to wait and see what happens.

And that is what’s driving everyone’s unease and anxiety at the moment. The ‘what might be?’ because there is so little certainty that we can rely on. Many of us have become doubters for what the politicians tell us or scientists predict. Will this really be the final lockdown? What if a new strain becomes virulent and the vaccines are ineffective?

Talking with Stan this evening whilst washing up he was telling me how many of his friends are apprehensive about the tests they will be doing when they return to college. Not the academic tests that they should be revising for in the subjects they are studying, but the lateral-flow tests that they all need to do before they are allowed to go to their classes. The world’s wild at heart and crazy on top.