The Pandemic

I have been in quarantine for 31 days. On March 16th, I went out with two friends. On March 17th, I went to Ambleside with them. Later that day, it was announced that school would be closed indefinitely, and a state of emergency was declared across B.C. I leave my house once a day to walk my dog, walking the same basic route, only taking a different path when I need to avoid getting too close to another. At the start of this, me and my friend were talking, and the biggest thing was that we would get through this together. Now, we can't even see each other, and we barely have contact. I have regular calls with one friend, but its hard to keep in touch when everything blurs together. I know that we are supposed to try and separate the days, but it's hard, and I don't know if I can. I have a lot of work to do, but it's all spaced out, but now I can't stop working, and if I do, I feel bad about not doing work. My aunt gave birth to my baby cousin a few weeks ago, and I haven't even seen him. I haven't had contact with my grandparents, who are literally right next to us, since the start of spring break. A few weeks ago, it hit me just how long we'll be in this. They expect that if we're lucky, we'll get a vaccine by next summer. I think a part of me was holding on to hope that we'll be in this for a few more weeks, and then everything will go back to normal, but that's no longer realistic. And I hate that, that uncertainty, the unknowing. It seems hopeless, and worthless to do any work, especially when you don't know what you're working towards. A day seems like one more part of an endless routine. And all I can do is hope that it will be over soon.