It's extraordinary how quickly quarantime can become unproductive.
I've decided that whatever it is that astronauts do up on the ISS it's not reading Proust or Dostoevsky. Even novelists appear to have given up reading novels.
I heard from my cousin in London today for the first time in a while — I'd started to worry — and he confessed that although he could easily have used the opportunity of isolation to stay in touch with everyone, he has instead been watching a near endless stream of California police chases on YouTube.
Here in Guatemala even the President has given up telling people to paint their homes, but I've tentatively pencilled it in for the second wave...or perhaps the next pandemic.