Like you I expect, I am longing to take up the reins of my own life again.
So I will be crossing off the days. And using them to get the garden in order. And myself - I am so unfit! I worled for an hour today and was ridiculously tired. I cleaned the glass in the greenhouse (start and finish task), potted on ten white campion plants for my white border (job I wanted to do), raked up leaves from the path and said white border (ongoing job) and threw out some junk from the back of the shed (rescue job).
I hope to give it all I've got - its a while since I did that with anything. The writing didn't go too well this month. Concentration, motivation, will power - they've been a struggle. Is anyone else finding this?
Do you have a plan for the rest of lockdown or whatever stage you are where you are?