Nurtured by droids
The 21 days of quarantine in my Guangzhou hotel passed steadily. I settled into routines of morning and evening exercise, corresponding with clients, and reading and writing. The routine was the key. Many days were fulfilling, while others were fragmented and dogged by inertia. It is too easy to feed empty curiosity by reading articles randomly online and indulging in semi-informative YouTube clips.
Climbing increasingly reluctantly on to my exercise bike (they are poor substitutes for rowing machines), I managed to cycle to nowhere for 40 minutes every day. Being alone for any length of time forces you to face yourself. I knew that I did not have to like what
