This coming right in the middle of Lent kept that from happening to me, since I was already fasting, and the ensuing suppression of society did nothing to alter that.

As for exercise, I'm really missing the gym, but I ride my bike for a couple miles every day, so that helps.

Staying with my two single siblings at our parents' house, but only seeing the other ones sporadically. My one brother came over once to do our grandmother's taxes. We've seen the one brother and sister-in-law and their kids a few times (and it's the 2 & 1 year old, so they're the cutest ones with whom we are the least bored, so there's that), so that's been weird, not seeing the others. Interestingly, it's the nurse married to the dental hygienist who have been the most willing to buck the DIY gulag quarantine and visit family. The lawyer and optician married to teachers have been compliant.

One thing about three of us in the same place with little to do, we finally got around to fixing up our father's basement rec room which he has been wanting since 2016 when his mother died and house burned down and he salvaged from of the furniture from the basement saloon where his parents held parties when he was a kid. A couple years back, my brother and sister and I rebuilt the bar using the original counter-top from my great-grandfather's speakeasy during Prohibition, as a father's day present, but he never had the time or ability to make it the centerpiece of the rec room he has wanted all these years, so we finally got that done, painting a corner of the room for an alcove and hanging up a bunch of old decorations, and installing a mini-fridge and a piece of furniture with a concealed gun, like Bruce Willis' coffee table in the Death Wish remake. It's the simple things that make people happy.

Not being allowed to go to church has been the worst. Our church started live-streaming the services on YouTube, but it's like watching through a tiny window, with none of the spiritual gratification. Reading the prayers of the Mass at the appropriate time instead feels cheap and shallow. Fortunately, they rigged up a drive-through confessional at one of the ground-floor windows of a classroom. And it does put into perspective all the discomfort of the standing-room only situation for the Triduum. Standing in the vestibule, barely able to see the Mass of the Pre-sanctified is still a lot better than a YouTube video of an empty chapel.

Not only has work been torturously slow these last two months, but every week for three and next week it will be four straight weeks, I've had a trainee foisted on me for supervised practice. I hate doing that at the best of time. When there's nothing going on, so they don't DO anything, it's 800 times worse. At least when it's dead on a normal shift, you can entertain yourself or read a book or watch YouTube (I've discovered there are entire football games on there, and I've been reliving the glory years of the Giants in 86 & 90; I forgot how much of the latter season I had missed due to punishments for academic shortcomings, but it's fun to watch a game and not only hear Pat Summerall and John Madden and even the detestable Al Michaels or Chris Collinsworth sounding much younger than I remember, or seeing child-versions of Phil Simms, Ron Jaworski and Boomer Esaison actually playing football; not to mention getting deja vu when I suddenly remember hearing a play call 30 years ago). Instead, I have to sit there for five hours, in a room, with a stranger, and do nothing but explain to her again and a again things that she's not going to remember until she works it for herself. And she's a talker, whose favorite subject is how cool she is and how awesome she is at her other job, and she's nosy, too and asks personal questions. And when there are two of us in the same room, we have to wear masks.

On the other hand, Smashburger's delivery times are down to half their own estimates.