It’s been a week since I restarted this diary so I figure it is time to write another entry. Not that I have much to report apart from near-terminal boredom.
I’ve found a new way to pass the time by watching live webcams on YouTube from around the world, flicking between them randomly. It’s like setting off on a journey without a map or destination.
As I write I am also keeping an eye on a webcam at a bison watering hole in Grasslands National Park in Saskatchewan. I have yet to see bison but yesterday a lone coyote decided to have a nap right in front of the camera.
But mostly I click through urban ones, some in places I have lived, some in places I have visited, some in places I would love to see, and some I know I will never set foot in.
Yet even this virtual form of escapism offers no escape from the Covid-19 pandemic. I see so many places where streets that would normally be bustling with people are all but empty: outside the Central Station in Amsterdam, the Las Vegas Strip and even Times Square. It can get quite depressing so I quickly return to places with beautiful scenery, like a view of the Tetons, or along the Mississippi River.
It’s also a good way to take your mind off the idiot who lives here.
When I quit writing my Lockdown Diary five months ago I didn’t think I would be starting it up again. But here we are a week into the UK’s second lockdown, and we have recorded the highest number positive cases in a single day, 33,470, since the start of the pandemic. Yesterday there were 595 deaths, and that number is expected to rise and rise.
So what’s new, or what’s changed since my last entry on 11 June? Not a whole hell of a lot. I finally got a haircut a few months ago along with the rest of the country. I still haven’t worked since 31 March and have just been furloughed again so won’t work again before the end of the year, and it is quite possible I will go an entire year without working.
Charlie came home for a few days just before this lockdown was announced so now he is staying here probably through Christmas. All of his seminars and lectures were already online anyway. But it’s just like in March when he came hime for a weekend and ended up being home for six months.
Fortuantely, he seems to be handling this situation better than me. I feel numb, bored, fed up and yet somehow hopeful that there is a tiny light flickering at the end of the tunnel. Progress on a vaccine is encouraging, but it is going to take a long time to roll out. The government said it was planning to start vaccinating 5,000 people a day. At that rate the entire population of the UK won’t be vaccinated until June 2058.
But it’s not all bad news. Joe Biden is going to be the next US president whether Donald Trump likes it or not. I fully expect to see the entire Trump crime family escorted out of the White House at gunpoint by federal marshals. I can dream, can’t I?
So welcome back to anyone who might stumble back across this diary. I am going to aim to write as often as I can find something worthwhile to write about, which is to say, don’t hold your breath.