I think I may be slowly tipping over the brink.

Last night I had long conversations with the dog. She is extremely chatty but unfortunately doesn’t have the words to chat with. She just wags her tail and throws soundless snaps at me. She loves a good debate but it tends to be rather one sided on my part. I haven’t lost a debate yet.

I am rationing myself to one film a night to pass the time. I am slowly working my way through films that Herself isn’t particularly fond of, namely films that don’t involve romance of some kind. I’m also avoiding anything that involves Zombies, Marvel Heroes, Star Wars or American comedy. My choice is very limited. Last night I realised after five minutes that I had seen my choice before – I don’t know how – but watched it to the bitter end. That’s boredom for you.

I am starting to have thoughts which are rather disturbing. I get flashes of thoughts about ironing sheets [I haven’t a clue where the iron is or even if it works]. I have even had irrational ideas of cleaning out the oven. I have actually tidied every spot I can find and have even cleaned this laptop [now I can see where the keys are].

Yesterday was actually quite exciting. I had a whole bunch of phone calls from a woman telling me my computer connection had been compromised and that I was to press 1. Unfortunately she wasn’t very chatty, being a recording but it was nice to hear a voice. She hasn’t phoned today. Yet.

I have given up entirely on radio and television. If their programming isn’t actually about The Virus then nearly every fucking advertisement seems to mention it. On-line news sites are much the same. I glance at them maybe once or twice a day with a delusional hope that all this lock-in is coming to an end. It never is.

If only I had a basketball.

I could draw a face on it and chat to that.