Found a diary I started keeping in January 2020, because I thought it would be a fun thing to do. Gave up writing it by mid-May because life was so dull & miserable (although in hindsight, marginally better than now).
I don't mention "the coronavirus worry" until late Feb. In early Feb DH & DS develop coughs & feel a bit ill but carry on as usual. In fact, reading it today I'm struck by how busy life was, I describe shopping for birthday presents, meeting friends for coffee, taking the kids to places, a trip to the dentist. Unlucky-in-love DD gets dumped by a boyfriend. I later write how I'm secretly glad we won't have to deal with keeping the pair of them apart, "if one of them got the virus."
I complain bitterly about road works & traffic jams that are planned to last for 12 months ("That's a ridiculously long time to put up with the inconvenience!") I mention delaying a visit to DPs in Feb because they're too busy, then book train tickets to go down for mother's day, writing, "You wait, I bet they'll stop us travelling now! Nah, won't happen, worrying over nothing."
If only I'd known...