I’m a naturally resilient person; I usually bounce back pretty quickly from psychic blows. And even when I don’t, I know how to manage my moods. I treat myself like a spoiled child who needs a lot of treats and rewards to smooth over bumps in the road of life, so when necessary, I provide myself with amusements to distract me from distress. I’m really like a toddler who needs a lollipop to divert attention from a shot. But many of my usual psychological lollipops (meals out, excursions, dinner parties) aren’t available in the conditions of lock-down, and those that remain (take-out, long walks, virtual events) aren’t doing the trick at the moment.
You see, I allowed myself to contemplate the size, complexity and duration of this massive obstacle in our path. The corona virus may be submicroscopic, but its impact is enormous, and today it is crushing me. This is a perfectly reasonable reaction — I’d doubt the sanity of anyone who remains invincibly optimistic just now. But oh, it is uncomfortable.
I want my lollipop!
Linnetontheleaf 
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