This very strange and unfamiliaar period of our history is making it quite difficult to behave normally, (or what is normal for us).
During the day my time is spent trying to find ways to occupy myself in order not to watch 24 hour TV, while in the background a feeling of unease is a brooding presence.
My neighbours continue to do all my shopping and a few friends phone from time to time but this period of imprisonment (57 days now) feels like a lifetime and with no immediate prospect of ending.
Used to being on my own but on my own terms rather than with the condition being imposed on me is changing the way I view solitary living.
Some people I know quite well who are in a similar situation are finding new energy and tackling tasks they have been putting off for years, while some are turning to alcohol as a mood changer.
These two solutions have no appeal for me and I am beginning to realise that what I do best and enjoy most is simply talking to people.
At the beginning of this hermit-like state of affairs I had vague hopes of some sort of epiphany, thinking I might emerge at the end a changed and in some way much better person.
I fear that was a vain hope and if anything I am becoming even more morose than before.
Even music has failed to lift my mood and I have not attempted to sing since early March so if the old way of life ever resumes I mayhave to be dug out of my shell with a shovel.
Back to bed , perchance to dream Or maybe not.
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