That nagging feeling of depression from living in a global pandemic, where every day is pretty much the same, and you can’t remember the last time something interesting happened.
When a man/woman stops speaking to you for a long period of time, leading you to believe that you've been ghosted, but texts or calls sporadically enough to keep you interested, before heading back underground for another "six weeks of winter".
I haven't heard from him in weeks, I think I've been ghosted. Oh! Wait! He just texted. Looks like I'm just being groundhogged.