In some ways, it hasn't been the kind of hell for me it has for my husband. I'm used to being home and generally isolated. I'm also lucky: my parents live next door.
It hasn't been an easy year, regardless. I'm dealing with different kinds of isolation than I'm accustomed to, and while that's 'like everybody else', they aren't the same things as most other people, which is unhelpful.
I'm watching a lot of movies and shows. I'm trying to design a perfect dream house I'll never live in just to do it. I keep waffling over designing a game or not, then getting distracted by something else. (I know what I want to do, it's the doing it that's... meh.) Still trying to help people deal with Qanon disinfo and chaos, harassment, and threats.