Each morning, since this all started, we wake up and everything feels regular. There is the regular morning grogginess, the regular maybe-I-could-sneak-in-10-more-minutes, the regular stretching of stiff limbs, when it then hits us:
Oh.
Yeah.
The coronavirus.
Nothing in our world is regular anymore.
And from there, the day becomes Groundhog Day, a repeated experience from the day before, though we don’t seem to remember what day it actually is.