Well, while getting up a bit later and wearing a t-shirt, sweats and bare feet to work in the next room aren't bad, it gets too quiet and I look forward to driving through the post office lot to drop bills in the outside box just as a way to get out. Still having trouble finding bread, some canned goods and dairy when I need to shop. And the worst part, the lady friend is sheltering at her place and me at mine and we can't get out for a dinner somewhere or even a walk since her college age kid is home and doesn't want to risk infections traveling either direction. I completely understand, but doesn't make it that easier to live with.