It's quite unfathomable that only a couple of days from now it will be seven months since my working week was reduced to a mere two days. And while it has undeniably been and continues to be a bumpy ride, each tiny up followed by a freewheeling down, these topsy-turvy weeks have been a blessing, albeit one in an at times very clever disguise.
I'm not going to beat about the bush: I love being at home and having more time on my hands than I ever imagined having before retirement. The one thing I can't say is that I have always used it wisely.
And so, while the virus seems to be taking its toll more than ever, the weeks continue to roll along in their out-of-sync way, the seasons following in its each other's wake just like they did before. If we'd imagined 2020 as the start of another roaring 20s, we could never in a million years have imagined the enormity of what we were about to be hit with.