I don't have a whole lot of emotions to cope with. Just numb. Tired and numb. I feed myself and the dog and the bird, and keep the house clean enough that I can tolerate it, and that is about it. I'm lucky to still have a job and be getting paid, but I loathe working from home. And telling myself that I'm lucky really doesn't help with that. I've always had a high wall between work and home and now it's been knocked down and my social life, which was basically my work, has been taken away from me. And I'm one of the lucky ones. I know that. It doesn't help.