We are in the strange hinterland between Christmas and New year. Its a grey and very cold day. Nothings happening but the local flooding has drained away fortunately.
This seems particularly apposite.
When we are born we cry that we are come / To this great stage of fools
— KING LEAR, ACT 4 SCENE 6, LINES 178-79; KING LEAR TO GLOUCESTER
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Christmas 2020
Well so far its mostly shit really and likely to get worse I suspect. The perfect end to a bad year. Or perhaps simply a slightly drawn out end of everything. It feels a bit that way now. I am making attempts to keep a vaguely buoyant image. Make no mistake though, the ship is taking on water as its holed below the line and sinking fast.
Last week I attended a friends funeral and was relieved to have got through it with out cracking completely to be honest. Its was good to see friendly faces though, and not via a screen for a change. The circumstances were pretty weird though to say the least. The service was the best possible in the situation though I think.
This week we have bad news from every quater pretty much including the possibility of food shortages.
I have pretty much zero motivation to do anything now. I have been making a few small changes to the studio room and more tidying up to make it a bit easier to work in. I need more of a distraction though as I am not really coping now. I am getting fairly irritable and anxious too now. I have no idea what to do about it.
At this point I would blithely post a link to a recent tune but not on this occasion.
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