Some of us are unconscious of how we socialize.  Others of us can see our own patterns. As I spend these weeks, or possibly months, in self isolation, I have already learned, that running errands has been my main social passtime.  I didn't realize! I smile at passers by.  I chat with store clerks and business representatives as I grab my staples and pick up my necessities. I am friendly. I get the urge to run an errand - just to connect with folks. Ooops!  No Can Do. I am luckier than some though, because  I have lived alone for a couple of decades and am very familiar with having nobody around when I'm home.  That said, in this time of separation, I realize that now I am actually tidying my house for myself, not "in case" someone comes by (which never happened anyway).  The art on my walls is for me.  The nicely folded linens are for me. The clean kitchen is for me.  Why had it taken me a lifetime to learn to make things nice, for me, not for others?  My home is n