I used to be able to sleep anywhere, now prefer my own bed. The pandemic seemed to speed up my desire for seclusion. My wife and I are content with simple things. I used to rush off to my favorite coffee shop every morning as I did all the years I worked. Now I'm content to perk a pot at home. I get sort of cranky when the newspapers aren't delivered, but I fear they will soon be a thing of the past. Great article, I feel it.