Hey,

So.

I was supposed to be done with this for now. But then, y'know, the virus. It's staled my creative momentum for the last couple of weeks and I've only just got myself back on the horse (or is the wagon? a horse riding a wagon) and having fought my way through a couple of tricky, lingering bits of work I thought I'd fire off a quick Patelogram with a few smol observations about my time within The Great indoors.

• You think you’re studying a cat’s behaviour. Really they’re studying yours. Sometimes I'll leave the door the bathroom open when I go for a shower and inevitably when I pull back the shower curtain, there is Pretty Cat waiting on the bath mat. He likes to drink from the bowl I leave in the bathroom but he wants someone to watch him and/or hold him as he does it. He knows, however, that while I am in the shower I cannot facilitate this. Yet he has been doing this for so long that he knows to leap towards the bowl with a yelp of joy exactly when I reach to open the window to let the steam out. Basically, I'm so routined now my cat sets his affectations around me.
• The combination of No Man's Sky and an exercise bike is absolutely magical. I've spent many an hour exploring an endless universe while sweating through an old t-shirt.
• I've become a food prepper at last, check me out!
• I've also become fatter so maybe don't check me out. Exploring space is, it turns out, not enough to counter viral threat stress eating.
• Whenever I do head out, I've found that people are now mostly polite about avoiding you. Usually when they do it it means they think you're a weirdo. Now when they duck out of your way, they do it with a smile. "You know how it is lad, don't want the old Rona haha!" you can almost hear them cry as they hope desperately for you to not exist in their vicinity.
• My One Government Mandated Unit Of Exercise today was used walking to find flour so I can make lots of lovely things without leaving the house and...there is no flour, people. I went to twenty stores - yes, twenty. All youse who told me that baking would help my mental health, I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY! (Of course you bloody are, you've got all the flour).
• I bought pancake mix in my desperation. Can you make fritters with pancake mix? I'm about to find out.

Let's finish with this set of observations about creativity and life in general that I saw being shared around that has given me much joy and definitely hasn't indulged my procrastinature.

Sings...

You better wash good, you better then dry, you better use soap I'm telling you why, Covid-19's coming to town.

Vin x