I'm sorry for those of you who think you'll be climbing the walls during your enforced isolation and hope that your worst fears don't come to pass.
From the end of August until January I was pretty much in isolation due to illness. My husband was working away until mid-December (unfortunate timing!), only returning home at weekends to wash, clean, shop and cook - and wait on me. Apart from medical people I saw hardly anybody else during that time; my family called me often, we FaceTimed and WhatsApped, but they rarely visited for fear of passing on an infection (pretty much like now). At Christmas time I got up and dressed and my only permitted contribution to the family gathering was that I made the gravy.
Because I was so ill I welcomed the rest and when I was able to I occupied myself with various entertainments, but the time passed and I got well. Then, when I was hardly back on my feet and only just eased back into work, I was felled by two infections one after the other. I finished my last lot of antibiotics less than a week ago and went into immediate isolation - not social distancing, the full monty.
So having missed September, October, November, December, half of January and most of February and March, you can imagine how much I relish being isolated for yet another four months. But, I do want to live a whole lot longer yet, so I shall find me a task or two and be grateful that I'm well enough to keep occupied while I'm cooped up. 