It’s Lockdown Day 2 in South Africa.
According to the stats I just saw on the Ministry of Health Whatsapp service, South Africa now has 1187 confirmed cases of COVID-19. This number is up by only 17 cases since yesterday’s total. I have a really hard time believing this — I think it must be a reporting error — but who knows. I guess miracles are possible. Either way we’ve still got 19 more days of lockdown.
I feel much calmer today. I’m not sure if this is because it’s Saturday or because I’m starting to adjust after the traumatic strangeness of Lockdown Day 1. But it’s so very quiet, and silence is soothing regardless of the reason.
- I really like being alone. I could almost enjoy this if I weren’t so worried about what’s happening outside my little sanctuary. (Okay, I actually do enjoy it a little but I also feel guilty. It’s weird.)
- I feel more busy now than I did before lockdown. I’m blogging every day instead of once or twice a week. I’m constantly communicating with family and friends. It’s hard to keep track of all my virtual appointments.
- Now that I’m preparing all my own meals and I’m hyper aware of how much food I have left, I’m eating more intentionally than before. I plan meals carefully and keep a mental note of everything I’ve eaten, trying to balance between making things last and using up everything before it goes off. I’m eating a lot more fruits and vegetables and snacking less. Maybe I’ll lose weight!
- I’m so grateful for my cats.
- I love seeing all the creative projects people are working on to pass the time. Creative inspiration tip: Follow @christystrever on Instagram. Christy creates the most amazing food selfies, and like me she has become a lot more prolific than normal during lockdown.
- I still can’t sleep.
6:30 a.m.: Wake up. Scroll news and social media. Get up to feed cats. Make coffee. It’s cold outside. Get back in bed.
7:30 a.m.: WhatsApp message from Xolani (my personal trainer). “Morning Heather”, he says, which is code for, “Are you exercising yet?” Get up, begrudgingly. Brush teeth, dress in workout attire.
8:00 a.m.: “What equipment do you have?” asks Xolani. “A skipping rope and yoga mat,” I answer glumly. “I should have gotten weights.” “Do you have two 5-liter water bottles?” he asks. And I do.
8:00 a.m.: Xolani Whatapps video demonstrations of six vigorous exercises to be performed with 5-liter water bottles.
8:15 a.m.: Run 20 laps around my house. Skip 1,250 times with skipping rope. Perform Xolani’s water bottle exercises. Swing bottles with abandon while rocking out to Ru Paul, Taylor Swift, Eddy Grant, Pat Benatar. Kitties, confused by my behavior, scamper about. Try to do ab crunches as Melville Cat spreads out on yoga mat, licking his butt. Dance badly between exercises. Feel amazing.
9:00 a.m.: Message Xolani triumphantly: “I’m done!” Reward myself with coffee and Sweet Tea & Chickadee biscuit.
9:30 a.m.: Long phone conversation with Dee. I talk to people so much now.
10:30 a.m.: Bath.
11:00 a.m.: Sit at computer. Work — on a Saturday! Eat Woolies bulgar wheat salad.
3:00 p.m.: Tired. Lay on couch and do knitting (knitting photos to come). FaceTime with Mom.
5:00 p.m.: Blog time.
Xolani’s virtual lockdown workout really made my day. I’ve suggested he start offering these workouts to others, for a modest fee, and he’s working on a plan as we speak. More on that tomorrow.
From now on I’m going to feature one suggested worthy cause to support in each lockdown post. Today it’s the Mail & Guardian, one of South Africa’s top newspapers, which has lost a huge percentage of its advertising revenue and is in serious financial danger. Please consider subscribing to the Mail & Guardian if you have the means. Independent journalism is crucial at times like this.
Enjoy your Saturday night. Don’t stay out too late! (Just kidding.)