I got this last year, when J first went back to school halfway through the summer term and I started seeing actual people again. After several months I think it all got too much for my brain and I am more fatalistic about it now - if that's the right word. I don't mean I don't care about people's health, just that I feel if I stick to mask-wearing and distancing, and don't ignore symptoms if I get them, I have done what I can. Though a close friend's husband has just got Covid - hopefully mildly, as he's had both vaccinations - which is making it feel uncomfortably near again.