I couldn't do more than skim that article. Way depressing. Heartbreaking.
Here it is, Monday again. I don't think I went off my property at all since Mother's Day. This may be bringing some measure of previously unknown Agoraphobia out in me. I generally think of myself as social, but just waving and chatting to people that walk by the house seems to be adequate. Of course I live with 3 other people, 2 cats, and a dog, so it isn't exactly quiet here. I have had a number of my basketball kids come by to work with DH pretty often, but they mime hugs to me from afar.
Mostly I am just content to hang at home and get deliveries. I work. I've read a whole bunch. Watched a bunch of shows. This is sooooo much harder for so many people than it is for me. I hurt for them, and have some level of guilt for being fine with my level of isolation.