One of my favorite things when working from home pre-pandemic used to be to go to a quiet bar with only a couple other patrons and sip a beer while working, or

One of my favorite things when working from home pre-pandemic used to be to go to a quiet bar with only a couple other patrons and sip a beer while working, or to go to the public library and work quietly in the group study room. Even without being 'social' it was my way of being social. Now, even though I wake up without an alarm, eat clean, and exercise every day my productivity has tanked. There's some deep, human alarm buried somewhere in the reptile part of my brain that is saying 'things are not right...you are not ok...things are not right,' and it's been doing it since March. I can't seem to find a breaker to switch it off. There's only so many times you can walk around the block.