Life in Lockdown

I haven't written on here for a while. Mainly because hardly anything has changed, so I don't have much to say. We are still in lockdown, probably for at least another three weeks. I totally understand why, and I believe it is the safest way to deal with things right now. But it is hard. I shouldn't complain, really. Other people are in more difficult situations than I am, and at least everyone in my house is healthy. I thought I would find this relatively easy to deal with...but occasionally, it seems hard.

There is still pressure (or at least, percieved pressure) on people to be productive in this time. I still need to keep on top of housework, cleaning, shopping, trying (and failing) to write, homeschooling etc. All while there is a constant, nagging panic about the virus in the back of my mind. As well as the worry of what will happen when lockdown is lifted. I doubt we will be able to just go back to the way things were. And what if there is a second wave?

I don't know when I will next see any of my friends, my sister and other family members. I don't know when (or if) my son will get to see his school friends again. If we end up having to move as soon as lockdown restrictions are eased, we may not get the chance to see anyone before we go.

I suppose, in reality, none of this really matters. What matters is staying safe. If that means that we don't go further than the garden for the next month or so, then so be it. There is not much point in worrying about the things beyond our control (that's what I keep telling myself).