6am – Why is the dog pacing the bedroom and panting loudly?
My skin feels warm. There’s a ‘fusty’ smell in the air. The thermostat reads 81F. Oh great, now our A/C isn’t working. 🙄
A is sitting at her desk, taking her End Of Year Spanish exam online, wearing a dressing-gown and towel-turban.
We open all windows and doors, and enjoy the breeze. The Dog drinks half a bowl of water. I am too distracted to do usual morning practice.
6.30am – Today’s news. USA wins and comes out on top; on top of the Worldometer Coronavirus league table. U.K. is #8. Boris Johnson has Covid-19.
7am – D finds a yoga app called DownDog that’s offering free classes for Covid-19 season. It’s really good! Isolation yoga suits me well today, I groan and shake through the class more than studio yoga etiquette would normally accommodate.
7.39am – D points out that the term ‘windshield wiper’ does not sound very Sanskrit.
7.50am – We are drifting in and out of meditative sivasana, with intermittent running commentary from A who is making an antioxidant smoothie in the kitchen…. “now I am adding the Camu powder to the blueberries..”
8am – The machinist blast of A’s NutriBullet signals our yoga session is over.
9.30am – B’s tutor reaches out to ask why he missed today’s 4am online class. I am torn how to reply.
10am – A offers B top hack for online Spanish Oral exams: If you need more time to think of the answer, just say “Sorry Sir, poor connection!”
10.30am – A is sunbathing in a red bikini with matching Kool Aid-red hair. I hope she doesn’t swim and turn the pool pink.
11am – police helicopter patrols overhead
12pm- B finishes – possibly – his last ever high school class, and makes lunch. We have a family debate around the table, on whether there is a future for retail stores. B predicts governments wouldn’t allow high street stores to fold. D and I don’t feel so confident. A predicts everything will change.
1pm – My mum in the UK calls. The sky above her is so blue from lack of air traffic polluting the skies. I don’t know when I will next see British skies.
1.35pm – Cue a British Airways email cancelling my UK trip in May. I’ll get vouchers, but no cash refund is offered.
2pm – CI Government announce soft curfew for daylight hours starts tomorrow 5am. Hard curfew continues for nighttime. #stayhomecayman
4pm- D and I walk the dog around the perimeter of the house. Three times. She looks at us like we have, literally and figuratively, lost the plot.
5pm – Both FatCat and ClumsyCat return home from their full day of curfew non-conformity. They smugly meow.
6pm. – Dinner time, and the kids ridicule my choice of music. Now everyone is dancing at the table, like the exotic lady from the 1980s TV show ‘Tales of the Unexpected’. I ask for recommendations for alternative dinner music.
B: “gangster rap”
A: “drill”
6.30pm: sunset silly photo shoot, followed by football game on the beach.
7pm: clap and cheer loudly for #caymanstrong We can hear neighbours on both side tonight!
7.30pm: D, A and I are in the hot tub overlooking the beach. The moon still grins down on us like a Cheshire Cat. My heart is full. ❤️