In the perfect location, situation, to do all things, instead finding myself increasingly anxious and bored.
There is no reason to be bored - I've much to do, but as much as I enjoy solitude it needs to be somewhat balanced with society.
Society, at the moment and for the past year, has been out of the question, and Pandemic Fatigue is settling well in.
The restaurant, while I'd prefer to finish things up and never return, at least provides some time away from myself, the society of others (and I know Ken must be missing my company...!), and the reassurance that for a time - worst come to worst, my finances can be restored.
But rumor has it that the restaurant - despite March projections - may NOT be finally reopening, there are obstacles, and - it might be time to start planning for the new backup plan.
In short, paradise is seldom what it's cut out to be...