Can I really complain about my peeling paint? Criticize my dusty and grimy baseboards? Can I really get aggravated that my kitchen set up is a bit less practical than a ships' mess?
No. Not now. I find myself bowing on my knees to this stained floor. This room with dirty windows. These less than perfectly insulated walls. The uneven linoleum. The scarred window casings. I beg their forgiveness.
Shelter in place. When you have a place... is luxury.
It is not like being in solitary. Ask anyone who HAS been in solitary.
There is a spiritual practice of not complaining. NOT complaining either outwardly or inwardly. Watch yourself and your mind's travails. Put a stop sign up when that complaint comes up. Take a different turn. Try it for 24 hours. 24 minutes. Try it for 24 seconds. Worth the try.
From a distance honoring 6'+social distance one of our street friends said: 'I rode my bike downtown Friday afternoon. Normally I am cursing all the people, the cars, the busyness. Friday there was no one here. No cars. A ghost town ...and I cried. I felt like the last man standing....'
See also: https://www.joannearnold.com/posts/have-you-heard-sheltering-in-place-referred-to-as-solitary-might-want-to-read-this