It's the second day of the stage 4 lockdowns in Melbourne. I'm looking down the barrel of another 5 weeks and 5 days of this. Allowed out for excersise for an hour, once a day. Allowed to shop, within a 5Km radius, once a day. Curfews from 8pm til 5am....

It's the second day of the stage 4 lockdowns in Melbourne. I'm looking down the barrel of another 5 weeks and 5 days of this. Allowed out for excersise for an hour, once a day. Allowed to shop, within a 5Km radius, once a day. Curfews from 8pm til 5am.... no more late night shopping to avoid people. I live alone, except for the 3 nights a week I have my two children, Ingrid, 6 and Linus 2 stay with me. Their father keeps me abreast of what they're doing the rest of the time and I see Ingrid's schoolwork pop up in the Seesaw app her school uses and the many notifications that come through compass about her schools activity. It's good they're keeping me in the loop.

I'm feeling depressed. Two months ago I broke up with the man I thought was the one. It turns out he isn't. I feel rejection and pain on top of the mixed emotions of loneliness and isolation that others feel. The grief and pain of loss is actually much greater than anything to do with the pandemic and I have spent days crying in the foetal position, grateful for the pandemic so I wouldn't have to do this in the toilets in my workplace. Does he miss me? Is he depressed too? Normal feelings for a breakup but compounded by the isolation of being alone.

I'm OK, I'm happy, I've got this......
Today is my Dad's Birthday. It's 6 Degrees, It's sunny and it's hailed too.
I had baked beans and bacon on toast for breakfast and I started a new podcast. Nice White Parents.
Tonight I have a knitting group on Zoom & Pub Trivia Meetup after, also on Zoom.
One day at a time...