I feel a bit... I'd call it "bewildered"... when I try to figure out how long it is since I have done xyz. And that is for the small, inconsequential things, like popping into my office to print off some paperwork. It could have been in March, January or last October! I have no idea.
For bigger things like not seeing family and friends, I don't think my brain can cope (or more like, my brain knows I'll turn into a mess) with letting me think too much about it. I am so so lucky and thankful that all my family have come through this without physical illness. Mentally we are all wrung out, though.
DH saw his dad last week, first time since Christmas, and he noticed a decline in his previous sprightliness. I haven't seen my Dad since last summer, so not sure what to expect, although my sister hasn't reported anything there.
It has all just been shit, and the collective stress, worry and tenseness we've all felt, is leaving people in tatters.