Every day is the same during the coronavirus epidemic. You wake up. You eat something. You work, if you’re lucky enough to still have a job. If you work from home, it only adds to the sense of sameness. You eat some more. Your dog looks at you, thinks better of saying something uncharitable and goes back to sleep. You go for a walk. You watch TV. You go to bed.
Eight hours later, you wake up and greet the day through heavy eyelids: “Oh, you again.’’
Into that repetitive existence, Monday broke like a new dawn.