YANBU, OP.
We're very fortunate, we're both WFH, no money worries, we love the peace and quiet, no real problems getting what we need from the shops, we like the fact that the air quality is markedly better, we've decided we think queueing to get in the supermarket is worth it for the pleasure of it being almost empty when you get in there, I'm not bored and have enjoyed being able to read loads - I feel very lucky, compared to many people.
But the last couple of days, I've been fed up too. I'd like to just do something spontaneous, have a coffee at a beach cafe we like, a pint in a pub, go out for breakfast, and for the first time today, I found working from a laptop - on my lap, as DP needs the picnic table desk more than me - and not being able to print anything or just chat through a case with a colleague bloody infuriating.
I gave myself a bit of a talking to and counted my blessings, but I'm still a bit fed up. But I'm also resigned to the possibility that this could go on for several weeks yet. My boss said she felt the same yesterday, so maybe this is just how the 6th (7th? can't even remember) week of lockdown feels.
I suppose we can't change it, so we have to suck it up and get through it. And have a
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