My quarantine attention level is streaky like whoa. Some days I can barely stay on top of my ever-dwindling amount of email. Some days I'm checking off things from my todo list that have sat dormant for months. I can't predict when the productivity will hit, and I can't predict what I'll feel like doing. Yesterday, I replaced all of the smoke detectors in our house; today I created an automated way to generate a graph of the mileage I rode my bike over the last month (293 miles).