At first
you feel strangely light and don't know what to do with it. You don't feel the gravity and consequences, nor the magnitude of the possibilities of house arrest. Then you start to fidget, here and there you fidget about this and that, some unnecessary things and some things you should have done recently. It feels good, but then you get to a point where all the domestic chores are done. Then, with all this time, why don't you read books, why don't you learn to play the guitar? You're completely overwhelmed by all this time! You take refuge in your best qualities. Cooking, eating, pouring, serving - only to your best, only friend who secretly comes by! Drinking, viva! Put on the old records. In short, consumption.
But then sometimes the perspective shifts and you see the birds from the kitchen window at dawn like never before, and study their social behavior. You can actually see this in the far north, just like in the Mediterranean south: seagulls and pigeons are awake early and swagger up and down the streets, positioning and grouping themselves strategically.