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I've decided that social isolation is just a fancy term for my normal life. It hasn't been so very hard to adapt to the restrictions we have to live by now. Though I do miss buying fresh fruit from Wayne who has the kiosk on Market St. I miss going to club meetings for Birding NSW and just going a little further afield to go birdwatching; I miss the thought of being able to sit down for a bowl of laksa or catch up with a friend for lunch, where someone else had prepared it.
I don't miss crowds on the train coming into work - it's rather special having an entire compartment for yourself. Yes, I still get to come in to the bookshop I've worked for for 20 years, though the hours have changed and we don't allow customers in; the phone and web orders have kept a skeleton staff busy, even if quite a few calls have been about the slowness of delivery (poor Australia Post, guess that's what happens when you gut the staff numbers and all of a sudden your delivery services are called upon again).
I do wish the joggers would step aside on the paths which suddenly half the suburb have discovered. I've seen more dogs taking their owners for a walk (a vet friend tells me he is frantically busy - doggy injuries from too much walking! and gut-aches from too much food!) And the camellias are particularly magnificent this year, the views west from The Bridge are wonderfully clear, and the gloaming glow after Autumnal sunsets are especially beautiful. Sure, the world is beset with anxieties, overseas politicians play distraction games and The Second Wave will break when we least expect, but at the moment, it aint all bad.