Why the hesitance to celebrate and plan, now restrictions have eased?

The other day, I had a physiotherapy appointment. I lay on one of those examination couches as the physiotherapist pressed her strong fingers into the muscles of my legs. “How does that feel?” she asked, attempting to identify the issue. I told her that it felt good. A little sore perhaps but mainly just nice and novel. I had forgotten how satisfying it feels to have someone else massage my muscles. I had not forgotten...