Quarantine diaries: day 7

I think it is the lack of external stimulation that is the problem. I can watch telly, or listen to the radio, or carry on with my chores in here, but they are all initiated and accounted for by me. There's no conflict other than my diligence v. my laziness and it turns out I miss it. Having said that, I am slightly nervous about how I am going to manage the expectations of others when I'm out. It will chafe, I'm sure, to have to work to someone else's timetable, and that timetable will definitely have a much shorter scale than anything I'm setting for myself in here. Inside, I'm trying to elongate every chore to take up time. 

I worry about others, and then worry that that is simply my arrogance at play - thinking that my fretting is of any value. God knows there is nothing practical I can actually do to help. The world is still spinning out there, but I can't really interact with it. I do miss mucking in, getting involved and emotionally messy. Which is an odd thing for the frigid compartmentaliser that is me, but I was learning how to do it, and now it's yet another skill lying dormant. These skills I paid so dearly to learn, and I hope that, like a bicycle, I will be able to use them again when the situation calls. 

Clean linens and towels came yesterday, which was a fun distraction. And I collected even more hotel soap thingies, which can go straight into mum's collection in the laundry. I really wouldn't mind some new chores right about now.