Life in the times of cholera

So we don't have to get up every morning at some unearthly time and make haste to get to school looking ravishing to middling acceptable (depending on which cultural trend you aspire to). So we are not getting as much homework as before - at least part of the teachers' community has heeded the caveat of the psychologists, warning, that too much time spent on intellectual effort in the circumstances of outside monotony and not enough physical exercises is countereffective... and since we cannot leave our homes unchaperoned, we have an unsurpassed excuse to open the smartphone/tablet/iPod/laptop (the last seemes to be going out of vouge - too "adult"?). 

We should be happy.

Are we?

We are hearing reports of unease on all fronts: medical, social, political. Our parents and grownup relatives are anxious. Are we even "not tired", although there is precious little to get tired of?

Are we not exhausted?

Easter break is spent cooped in the same four walls, when quite a number would travel out - even if we did not exactly cherished the "family" visited or visiting... it was some change. New or nearly new faces, different set of topics. 

Now we stew in our everydayness. Bored to - perhaps not death, but hopelessness...

Happy Easter!