The main task for today was to help with cleaning a fridge and freezer for Pesach (Passover). It felt good to actually start Pesach preparations rather than just worrying about them. It was exhausting, and sitting on the floor to clean the freezer left me feeling light-headed, but I was glad to get it done. Other than that, I did some Torah study and Skyped E. That was more or less it, but it was all cumulatively quite tiring.
I got a text late last night from the rabbi asking if our meeting today could move from a physical meeting to a phone meeting and from the morning to the afternoon. I agreed, but it meant that I got up late again. I phoned him in the afternoon, but the call went straight to voicemail, which I used as an excuse to email rather than phone, which is probably bad of me, on some level, if only for giving in to social anxiety. I wrote him an email, but before I could send he texted me to apologise and say he’s been ill in bed all day.
I feel like I’m oscillating between careless indifference to coronavirus and paranoia, albeit more for my parents than myself. My Dad is happy that he’s not classified as elderly according to government guidelines, but Mum, while younger than Dad, is obviously vulnerable because of her chemotherapy and we’re trying to persuade her to self-isolate, although she’s worried about getting cabin fever being indoors for four months. To be honest, I think we were probably all at risk of cabin fever even before coronavirus. I’m unemployed, both my parents work only part-time, from home in Dad’s case. We probably spend much too much time sitting around, getting on each others’ nerves. It could be a sitcom. The One Foot in the Grave similarities are not lost on us. I should explain that One Foot in the Grave was a sitcom about an irascible old man with too much time on his hands and his wife. It was very well written. Unlike, say, Fawlty Towers, you could see why the main characters stayed together. They didn’t just drive each other nuts.
I discovered that while my Doctor Who book is available from Amazon UK, it is not available from Amazon US, which I assume is why it didn’t appear on Goodreads until Ashley Leia kindly added it. I’m not sure why this is the case or if it will appear on Amazon US at some point. I found myself looking at all the official and unofficial Doctor Who non-fiction on Blackwell’s, the academic bookseller, and felt vaguely depressed. If a committed fan like me hasn’t heard of half these books because there are so many, and all of them look rather more professionally published, then I’m not sure what chance I have at finding readers. Still, as vanity projects go, it was fun and I like having a physical book that I wrote to flick through; so much more satisfying than blog posts. And the experience has definitely been worthwhile; I know I have the stamina to write a book now, so my novel doesn’t seem so daunting.
The WordPress reader today suggested that I might want to read about “Astrology, Zombies, Robots” which does sound like the prompt for a writing competition, or the tagline for a summer blockbuster.