Every day around 5:00 pm our circadian rhythm knows it’s either time to get exercise or have a beer. Since going for a run didn’t even come up (it’s been cold and overcast out), we had a beer. Upon clinking our bottles Martin realized it’s Friday, so “TGIF.”
Another week of life in quarantine. What is it, week five? Is anyone counting?
My host-mom in Germany has been sending updates from there and asking how things are here. I finally wrote her an “ausführlich” (detailed) report that turned into a “sehr ausführlich” polemical essay on my take of the state of the world. I concluded that I do just fine when not thinking or talking about the state of the world right now, and left it at that.
Actually, this was yesterday. Today I’m still exhausted by that opus: pandemic, politics, polemics, and in German. I could hardly think about it before, and now methinks all discombobulated.
Nevertheless I did manage to get some writing done today, and then it was already lunchtime. Since Martin is WFH, we have lunch together. I made us gourmet instant cup noodle. I add an egg on top before pouring in the boiling water to cook. The egg is a sophisticated ingredient to the otherwise plain instant noodle block, therefore making it gourmet. Also, I add my mom’s homemade pickled cabbage, which further elevates it.
After lunch I read a food critic’s article about life in quarantine and a six-hour long sheep video, so I watch some of that. It’s bucolic (not bubonic, please). I space out and remember our own wonderful sheep encounters.
On one of our many fantastic Swiss hikes, this one at our favorite getaway in the remote mountains of Berner Oberland in July 2017, we made some unexpected friends along the way.
A sheep (ewe) and her lamb (aww) befriend and follow us on our hike:
Later on and higher up the mountains, we come across the herd. The man sheep (ram) was definitely on guard with the menfolk on this narrow trail:
But the best part was Martin’s encounter with little lost lamb, which he captured and made a short film:
If you can’t get enough sheep or have trouble trying to sleep, then listen to Bach’s cantata Was mir behagt, ist nur die muntre Jagd with the familiar and very relaxing Schafe können sicher weiden (Sheep May Safely Graze).
Enjoy and have a restful weekend. I’ll catch up with you on Monday.