I think the hardest part of my life right now is absolutely bugnuts number of context switches and unrelated tasks, with little difference between things that bring me joy vs things that are necessary to live. And no environment shifts to separate things either.
The pandemic's strain isn't working from home. It's living from home. It's not seeing friends. It's easy for me to be like "I am looking forward to being back in the office", but that's not really true. I am looking forward to being back in a bar with my friends. But it's easy to think the thing I want is my commute or my office.

It's also easy to think that my time is puddling to nothing because of the amount of time I have. But it's really that it's hard to separate events. And what I want. It's also hard because if I cook, that feels the same as if I finish a personal project. Even finishing a TV show or catching up on podcasts feels like I am getting ahead.