I've enjoyed the fact that DH, who normally works away from home during the week, has been home.
I've enjoyed the time to sit in the garden to enjoy the birdsong (which is amplified because of the lack of cars or planes).
I'm getting fed up with the queuing at the supermarket but it's OK at the moment as people are spreading the visits out. Goodness knows what it'll be like when people get back to work and all descend on the place on the same days. Going for milk on the way to get a prescription and popping into the post office will turn from an hour or so into a whole morning, mostly spent queuing. That'll be fun...
I often find myself thinking 'oh, lovely day, let's go to x' and realising that 'x' probably isn't open, we can't travel anyway and we'd have to think about social distancing. So the weather is great, we're off work but it's like being a kid and not being allowed to go in the sweetshop!
But, I do think about others. My mum died, not from Covid, just before lock down. We had a surreal funeral for her - we had a month's wait for the funeral, couldn't get a florist as they were all gradually closing so it was EBay silk flowers, only 5 people at the funeral, music through a phone into the speakers as the crematorium suddenly said the normal attendant was in lockdown so there was no music (two days before the funeral - thankfully the funeral director stepped in), we had to sit two metres apart, no hugs. So I really do think about that every time they announce a Covid death. It's awful.
But that's only heightened my thankfulness for the fact that, at the moment, our family is untouched by Covid itself. I refuse to feel guilty for that or for the fact that, for the moment, I get pleasure from taking my foot off the accelerator.