May I recommend Taking a stupid little mental health walk. It’s become a cliche at this point that going for a stupid little mental health walk is a good thing, but goddamn it, it IS. Prior to the Great Staying at Homing I liked to walk fine enough— walking the dog was kind of a chore but was also usually nice; hiking was pleasant as long as it wasn’t too steep, too long, too buggy or held any potential of getting lost and spiralling into a Blair Witch situation; running errands in my neighbourhood was enjoyable; meeting friends for a walk was a pleasant and morally virtuous way to get together. It was all perfectly fine and good.
One of the best things about having a dog is that I am forced to take stupid walks for my stupid mental health. (But my dog is never stupid.)
Excellent blog this week, Amy! Fingers crossed for the Howard Engel.