I’ve just had a little get-together by Zoom with James and Cathy and their daughter Rachel, in London; and my sister and her husband in DC. Not as good as actual physical people, but better than nothing. We’ll try it again soon, with more participants. Zoom is easy. I also had a good Skype conversation with my sister yesterday.

James has acquired quite a substantial grey beard since I last saw him. Very locked-down.

Otherwise, there is little to report. The Wrong Cabbage Kimchi effervesced a bit in the night but has been quiet in the hours of daylight. I didn’t go out today – saved the strength for some housework, hoovering and sweeping. Not easy.

Not much knitting, but a bit. Carol Sunday’s Machu Picchu is a possibility for my Absurd Next Project, except that it’s top-down. Could I turn it around, as I am doing for the Cameron Shawl? Perhaps that would be unwise. And I am encouraged that you, too, Mary Lou, have long had Meg’s spiral yoke at the back of your mind.

I looked at CafePress for a while today, hoping for a good coronavirus sweat- or polo-shirt. All the best slogans seemed to be on the mugs, and everybody has too many mugs already. I had not noticed before, however, how portentous the year looks in Latin: MMXX.

Soon it will be time to go out on the doorstep and applaud the NHS again.