It’s a strange feeling:
Cooped-up, finding it hard to remember what you used to do for fun, unable to go anywhere or see anyone (except for the occasional trip to the shops for “essentials”).
But also:
Seeing so much of the people that you live with that you’re seriously starting to get on each other’s nerves, tension, simmering resentments, and hard words being said.
No end in sight.
Cut the engine
sit in the car
enjoy the rain.
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