I think I need a nap

I was awakened by an earthquake this morning. Jeremy was blowdrying his mane (all the hairdressers are closed - we are still in lockdown) when a loud rumbling began. The bed shook, the walls shook, I shook. Jeremy switched off the hairdryer and reality started to hit. This is no hairdryer. I didn’t want to believe it. “It’s probably the wind, right?” I asked assuredly, even though nothing was blowing around outside. “No, it’s an earthquake,” Jeremy confirmed. It felt like it went on for a while. A minute feels like a while when everything is shaking and you have no idea why. It stopped eventually. Jeremy went to check that his action figurines were fine. I went to look at my plants, God knows why.

I’m sitting at the waiting area of my GP clinic an hour later. The news channel on the wall-mounted TV flashes “Breaking News” repeatedly, alternating between scenes of fallen bricks, videos of rooms and plants and water shaking, the construction workers’ protests on the streets of Melbourne and police in hardcore riot gear. The waiting room fills up with masked people who have caught wind that the clinic is offering the Pfizer vaccine for the COVID19 virus. The phones are ringing non-stop. My phone buzzes with messages. The GP calls my name. All is good. Take your vitamin D! Put it next to your coffee! 

I return home to make my breakfast and coffee. I place my tablets next to my coffee. I take all my tablets. I think about my to-do list for the day. I muse at how easy it is for life to just go back to normal business so quickly, like we did not just feel everything shake for a whole minute at 6 on the Richter scale this morning. Yet, my body isn’t so sure. It holds some remnants of the sleep I did not get to completely complete. My head feels somewhat floaty. I’m now returning to the pages of the book I’m reading about existential philosophy and philosophers, laughing inwardly as they did, about how the very moments that inspire philosophy are also the very moments where there is no time to philosophise. What am I doing here reading this book with my coffee? What am I doing suddenly blogging again after years of silence here? I think I need a nap.