Who else is using their mind in lockdown?
I don’t think I’m alone in saying isolation is driving us all a little crazy. No live sport, no gym, no local sport — I’m struggling.
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SOAPBOX: I DON’T think I’m alone in saying isolation is driving us all a little crazy.
What day are we up to now? Twenty-something, right? Or is it longer?
Honestly, working from home, the days ago into one.
You know that carefree holiday feeling when you’re so at ease you forget time and day.
Well it’s like that, only the opposite.
I’m not as fit as I once was. Just before this pandemic set in, I played soccer twice a week and went for a run once a week.
I ate semi healthily, too: only once a week would I pig out.
But since the world went into lockdown, aside from walking the dogs, I’ve slackened off. Severely.
To cure boredom and cabin fever, my housemates and I are drinking almost every night
Nothing crazy by any stretch — just the one or two beers too many. My waist is struggling.
Heaven knows once lockdown is over what state we’ll all be in. My soccer teammates’ eyebrows will be raised.
I suppose we’re all in the same boat though, right?
Speaking of hair, my regular stubble has made way for a thick and furry moustache — enough to scare off a veteran Movember partaker.
My friends tell me it borders between creepy and comical.
I might keep it. But who knows.
Now without my beloved EPL and NRL on television, I’ve resorted to horse racing.
I’m usually prone to a sneaky bet here and there, usually to limited success.
Now Saturdays are filled with checking out the form guide and eyeing off the weather forecast … only my success is still as limited as usual.
Thankfully, my home office doesn’t come with small children — like my editor, and my best mate whose child is going through a “no” phase.
One of my colleagues tells me she’s resorted to eavesdropping on neighbours. So I can’t be alone.
Or maybe I was just crazy to begin with.