Victoria has been through one lockdown, an "easing of restrictions," and now this second lockdown; we're two weeks in.

This morning I was acutely aware of the alarm, the shuffle of dog biscuits in the plastic container, the click of the chicken coop door, the pop of the cat food container, the water hammer as I turned the tap off after brushing my teeth, the snap of the deodorant lid, the sigh as I looked into the mirror to make sure I was "camera ready" for work. How many times have I done this now?

Yeah. I could work it out, but that requires looking at a calendar. Nope.

I’m probably not the first (or even in the first couple of hundred) to make this comparison, but I did find myself humming, "Make your own kind of music, even if nobody else sings along."

It's Friday.