This post is probably going to sound either very fluffy, or come across like I'm an jerk... but it's not intended that way.
As much as I miss my old, pre-covid life, I am bloody thriving. I miss going out to dinner at the piano bar, listening to my friend perform, and meeting/hugging new people. I miss working at the theater. But I have always thrived in the unknown. I know that sounds like "put on a smile and rainbows and unicorns will dance on marshmallow streams," but it isn't. I was always the one family member that looked forward to adversity just so I could figure things out. I remember when I was about 6 we got caught in a blizzard on the way to the grandparents for Christmas and had to accept the generosity of some nice folks who let us crash at their house. I loved it. I should have been like most other kids; "how will Santa find me," or "I want to see Grandma and Grandpa," or "this is boring." But I wasn't. Mom was all worried about having enough food for all the kids, Dad was worried about not being able to call and let the old folks know they were ok, and I was like, "this is so cool. Let's see how we can do something fun."
Heck, just a couple weeks ago I was camping and SWMBO wanted a cocktail. She had rum and I had club soda, and I remembered I packed some canned fruit cocktail. Bingo, fruit juice and simple syrup on demand. I even found some Pennyroyal mint by the creek for a garnish. It wasn't exactly an artisan concoction, but the very fact that it sucked was what made it so awesome. I will never forget the taste of that freaky rum punch.
I'm not saying you should just get over it.... far from it. Saying you should react to a stimulus the same as I do is just ridiculous. This stupid bug is wrecking normal life, the economy, killing people, raising stress levels, and generally robbing us of normal life. But I do reflect on how there are billions of people in the world right now who never did have the things I do, and never will. If they get Covid, they don't have access to healthcare. They don't even have TV or internet, and they still have to work like a dog for $1 a day so they can survive. If they don't harvest a crop, successfully hunt and kill an animal, walk 5 miles to get water, or any other task that I don't have to do to survive, they might die.
I try to keep a perspective. Compared to normal life, it sucks. But (at least at my house) things are pretty beautiful. I have my health, a smart phone, a laptop, and after Ramen noodle purchases, three pennies to rub together to do house projects. My E36 M3ty corona-life is still pretty darn beautiful. Far from normal, but to me personally, that is an awesome and fun thing.
Above all, man, lean on friends like you're doing now.