Who am I trying to fool?
I’ve been in isolation in this place since I moved in, in 2009.
I’ve been in severe isolation since my father died, and I started working for the bank, to pay the bills and little else.
I’ve been isolating at home since March, when the pandemic fist hit this country.
One supply run every three weeks, wear a mask, wash your hands with disinfectants, see old friends in Google Hangouts.
But it’s the first time I’m here in isolation actually worrying about my health and, more importantly, about my brother’s health.
I have always tried to apply the Mickey Rivers rule that it’s useless to worry about things I can’t control, and in this specific case, there is nothing I can control.
Everything’s out of our hands.
And it is infuriating to think that those that were supposed to control those things, failed miserably, and probably did not even really try.
They shut down the local hospitals, defunded the public health system, failed to plan ahead a response to a pandemic despite the fact that all previsions said it was not a matter of if, but of when it would happen.
And yet, raging against the incompetent politicians is another useless activity, one that only makes things heavier.
So we stayed at home (big news), and waited.
My brother took a massive nap, and I read a book, watched a movie, and did a first, very light pass on the galleys for my book about turn of the century adventurers.
Tomorrow it will be more of the same.
It’s the weekend, after all.
I might record a new episode of my Radio Karavansara music programme.
What do you say?