It's probably shameful and self-centered, and we should both probably send sincere apologies up to the cloud, but I've enjoyed the pandemic, too. Of course, I've missed some things, like pub gigs, but all in all, laying low has really agreed with me. Lost fifteen pounds, been getting things done around the house. Been knocking off lots of great books.
It's also allowed me to buckle down on alternating thumb technique, something I'd always put off. Always wanted to be able to play a credible "Mystery Train," for instance, and some finger-style blues and slide, and now I can.
And learn more lyrics! Especially to my own songs. I haven't written much lately, but my repertoire, including old originals I'd never gotten around to memorizing, has grown hugely. A song writing friend and I are even putting together a mostly-originals show — blues, country, Americana, garage rock.
Yeah, having folks come hang out in the yard is fun. And I've organized a few jam sessions in the park. (And eventually got zapped by browntail moth caterpillars. Different park this summer!)
And I haven't had to travel! Boy, do I not miss that. It's great to be able to say, "Gee, I'd really love to see you, but better safe than sorry, right?" (It's the truth. I would love to see them. It's getting there that sucks.)
Pandemics are bad. Thank the lord for silver linings!