dawned on me today that my life in the past year has been training for life in a nursing home: wake up, eat breakfast, putz around a bit, eat lunch, putz around a bit more, have dinner, watch a little telly, go to bed. then do the same thing tomorrow, and the day after.
in normal times, you'd be out and about, going to shows, galleries, museums, movie theaters, bars, restaurants, hanging with friends, visiting family, traveling on vacation. all the stuff that's been too much of a pain in the ass, restricted or non-existent in the past year.
I dunno, I look forward to doing them again. the thing that feels pointless to me now is clothes shopping. I used to enjoy picking up a new pair of shoes, a new jacket, etc. now I've gone a year not spending a penny on clothes and realize I've lost interest in what's new.