March is nearly over, and what a month. It’s gone from relatively normal, to lockdown, with shelves being emptied in our supermarkets and shops, and businesses closing their doors (in some cases, businesses are permenantly shutting some of them).
We still don’t know the long-term consequences of all this. At the time of writing, 1,801 people have died in the UK from Covid-19, and around the world, there have 38,000 deaths, from 800,000 cases. The crisis has suspended sport, placing a strain on clubs and institutions that depend upon customers – a problem repeated across many different sectors. Millions of people are furloughed on 80% pay, myself included, so everyone has less money available. We cannot travel, cannot see family and friends, we are stuck indoors most of the time, waiting for life to return to normal. Oh, and the weather continues to suck.
It’s important to have an outlet, and I’ve spent some time with the family too, involving (or this that tormenting?) my wife and daughter with my drawings. I’ve also inflicted them upon several corners of the Web for good measure. Perhaps it’s a small win, but all this stuff going on has helped me work on my imaginative side.
I’ve taken to weights, sit ups, press ups and the painful planking. I figure now is a good opportunity to work on personal fitness. As the weather improves I might take up jogging, but we’ll have to play that one by ear.
Tomorrow is April Fool’s Day. I think the first few months already count, and we need a do-over.