Bad times, good vibes, gotta keep the good vibes in bad times.

Stuck inside the house like we're prison inmates,
Losing track of time (seven weeks and change).
Every groundhog morning, put a brave face on it,
But if I'm being honest I've started feeling strange.
Running out of recipes and TV boxsets,
Finished my to-do list, now I'm onto the don'ts.
Tore down half my house, suppose I'd better rebuild it.
Said I'd write a novel but in truth I probably won't.

Still nothing on the TV,
Can't find a mask that suits me,
But I'm safe up here in my tree,
As long as these birds feed me.