You take time out every evening to decide which pyjamas you’re going to wear the next day.
You’ve gone from being the friend who cuts calls and says ‘please text me I can’t talk right now’ to the one who proactively sends texts saying ‘why haven’t you called me, it’s been two hours?’.
You’ve stopped feeling guilty for not baking bread or cooking elaborate meals, and have fully accepted that Maggi is a legitimate dinner choice.
The number of game apps you’ve downloaded on your phone makes it bear an uncanny resemblance to your 12-year old cousin’s.
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Once you realised you can mute your annoying co-workers during zoom calls, meetings have become a lot more manageable.
You’re not excited about Friday evenings anymore, but that’s okay, because you don’t have Monday morning blues either.
You are surprisingly zen about not being able to eat out, because you’ve decided to do the cleanse you have been promising yourself for three years.
Your pets are used to you being home all the time, and don’t bat an eye when you leave the room anymore.
Your laundry basket still has clothes from pre-lockdown in it. (Because when will you need office shirts again?).
You and your friends have stopped asking each other, “What did you do today?” because nobody is doing anything different.
You’ve made peace with the fact that your office plants have probably died (at least this time it’s not your fault).
You’ve finally stopped making post-lockdown plans.
