There's a 1993 film called "Groundhog Day" in which Bill Murray by an unexposed reason is traped in the same day (Feburary 2nd), so that no matter what he does, he awakes at the same hour the same day, and everything is exactly the same as the day before (I mean, the same day, but lived as yesterday for him). Since the quarentine started, I've been feeling the same. It feels like if every day were exacly the same day, over and over again, no matter what I did the day before.