April is the cruellest month, said T. S. Eliot.
I think January is worse.
The month was dominated by getting used to the conditions of a pandemic.
Masks. Sucking in air on the train to work. Rushing the grocery shopping. Seeing no one but LSH and colleagues, at a distance.
But there were bright spots, too.
A new appreciation for sunshine. Birdsong. The ticking of the clock.
Gratitude for health.
Not so much time for blogging, around work and novelling.
So this, unfortuantely, will have to do.
Stay healthy and take care xx