I should feel terrible when I say, I don’t really care if lockdown goes on and on. And on.

When you’re fine and comfortable, someone out there is suffering, or worse, getting crazy- because they’re crazy to begin with- and only waiting for that trigger.

Which could be anything- the lockdown; their spouse’s nagging; the All Blacks losing; or a two-hour wait for KFC. Again.

The whole world is triggered and you have to watch out for your own triggers, and I do have mine. I spent the entire Sunday, cleaning and putting things in order as if my life depended on it. I ironed, dusted, vacuumed, sorted my clothes (a feat in itself); took stock of what was in the freezer, made a meal plan, did laundry and even managed to sketch a portrait of Lily which I didn't finish; I was using water-colour pens which can be a bit limiting. I also managed to exercise and watch two episodes of my current favourite show on Apple TV and all before bedtime at 9:30pm.

If that wasn’t being productive (if not verging on being OCD), I don’t know what is.

You can choose how you’re triggered is all I’m saying. And more importantly, you can find a way to cope with the current situation, and if you can’t, ask for help.