It’s Day 78 of the South African lockdown. Today I don’t care.
The cold front has finally descended and the low temperatures have turned my brain to sludge. We had a high of 9 degrees Celsius (48 Fahrenheit) today. This morning it was a blustery -2.
I realize that sounds really wimpy to those of you living in cold climates. But try working from home in that kind of weather, when the inside of your house is virtually the same temperature as the outside.
Right now I’m counting down the minutes until it’s an acceptable time to curl up on the couch under a blanket and watch Schitt’s Creek.
Last night I was chatting with a friend on WhatsApp and we were having the “I know I have no right to complain, but…” conversation. You know what I’m talking about, right? That conversation when you’re complaining and complaining while at the same time feeling obligated to acknowledge you shouldn’t complain?
Lockdown sucks! But it could certainly be worse. There’s no work! But at least I have savings. I’m bored! Boredom sure does beat starvation. I’m freezing! But I have a roof over my head. I’m lonely! But at least I don’t have to deal with a husband and kids.
Oh, the angst of it all. Life during the pandemic is hard. But also it’s easy. I’m so annoying, especially to myself.
I’ve come up with a name for this confounding phenomenon: The COVID-19 Paradox.
I’m not sure this is the proper literary usage of the word paradox but…You guessed it. I don’t care.