So my family has been in some form of isolation-lockdown-quarantine for 26 days now. I know you don’t really care how I’m doing, because you have your own troubles, but I’ll tell you: I’m fine, and we’re fine — that is, just so long as what we’re doing, what we’re sacrificing, what we’re avoiding, all has a purpose.

By which I mean: We better be flattening the curve.

My three kids are all doing the remote-learning thing now while my wife and I work — all five of us, together without letup, in what my apartment floor plan says is 1,367 square feet. But you know about those floor plans: It’s actually 1,100.

When we aren’t distracted by our labors, there are squabbles and irritations and fights over the remote. That is entirely normal. What isn’t normal is the fact that there is no escape from any of it.

Every day, there’s another body blow that reminds us how we are being led to view the world outside our homes as the Dark Forest of legend.

For us, the latest was the news that Gov. Andrew Cuomo was shutting down New York City’s playgrounds due to teenagers congregating in them. The playground near my home — to which I have taken my 9-year-old son, Isaac, every day — has featured exactly the sort of social distancing we are told we must practice.

But it is apparently the exception rather than the rule, and so Isaac took his last turn on the swings and his last session on the monkey bars — and how I’m going to get him outside tomorrow is a mystery.

In my home, as the 26 days stretch into 56 at a minimum now, everyone’s ability to maintain what Jews call shalom bayit — literally, “peace in the house,” more generally, “domestic harmony” — will be stretched to the absolute breaking point.

So far, we are cooperative and uncomplaining, because we understand that we are part of an effort to keep our health system from collapsing under the weight of excessive numbers of COVID-19 sufferers — which matters to us far more, by the way, than the fear we might catch it.

But here’s the problem, and it’s something our newly and nationally celebrated governor, and others who have taken the I’m-going-to-give-it-to-you-straight line, need to be aware of.

They have to give us reason to believe that this period, which ­began as a terrific inconvenience but has since deepened into a claustrophobe’s encroaching nightmare, has been of value. That isn’t coming through during the governor’s daily news conferences.

They are sobering in the best way, because they give you a sense of the stakes here. But they are ­depressing in the worst way, ­because they convey a feeling of powerlessness.

And they are meant to, in part. Epidemiologists clearly want not only to speak the truth but to scare people into compliance through the preachment of an apocalyptic message.

The corollary idea, unexpressed but ever-present, is that leavening the gloom with good news will allow people to imagine they can loosen the restrictions they have placed on themselves and will simply compound the disaster.

I think this is self-defeating. If we come to believe these measures were essentially futile, the notion that people are going to continue to subject themselves to this painful discipline is ludicrous.

If the tsunami is coming, and nothing can be done to stop it, what’s to keep people from thinking the pain that has been inflicted on them — and I’m not even talking about the economic pain, just the day-to-day house arrest — is just another manifestation of the global incompetence that has gone hand-in-hand with the response to this pandemic?

Nothing. And there is good news. At Cuomo’s Wednesday news conference, he pointed out — rather late in the proceedings — that the growth in the number of hospitalizations has slowed. That is the flattening of the curve we’re all working toward.

Tell us it’s happening if it’s happening. Make us feel like we’re contributing. Make us proud of our sacrifice.

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