I keep darting between many emotions: a sort of rational focus, panic, resignation, a constant hum of anxiety across my back, and anger at the injustice of those who will escape this virus untouched and are now hiding, anger at the hoarders, the bunker-nut cowards. This was today.
There are currently 8 cases reported in Cheshire East. I would estimate about ten times that in actuality, still a small few.
I must try to avoid the news and move into some sort of more productive routine. One thing I did today, was record the words to a song, The Self-Isolation Blues. I'll make a video I think and put it online then.
The Self-Isolation Blues
I got no shine
on my blue-suede shoes.
I got my weeping red eyes
on the bad news,
and I can't sleep,
or visit the sunshine outside,
I got the self-isolation blues.
My ears are ringing
the bells of two flus.
There ain't no pleasure
in this year's cruise,
and I can't sleep,
or see any ending in sight,
I got the self-isolation blues.
My fortune's joking
but I don't feel amused.
The credit of my soul
has been refused,
and I can't sleep,
my thoughts are a heavy-go-round,
I got the self-isolation blues.
