Here's MY (admittedly first world) pandemic problem:
I bought a preconstructed three-bedroom condo (four years ago) to give my kids their own rooms (they were sharing, and they're teenagers now). Delay after delay hit our build before the pandemic, and the pandemic has made it worse. And worse. Anyway, they said they'd be done by the end of July. So we sold our two-bedroom. They missed the end of July, but told us "for sure" they'd finish by the end of August. We were able to push-up our move out day until August 15. Well...
As you know THAT came and went. They now say "Maybe October?"
The hold-up is apparently some parts for one of the elevators. They can't source it, for whatever reason, and in spite of 99% of the building being finished, the City won't sign-off on occupancy until it's done-done.
So... I have been living (plus wife, two-teenagers, and golden retriever) in the back of my Comic Store. One room. No shower. No kitchen. (We have an instant pot, a toaster, and a microwave, and a beer fridge).
I think I might go insane in a week or two. We'll see.
(I admit, as far as problems go, and what with people dying in the world, my troubles are lightweight. Privileged, even. I recognise it, absolutely. Still sucks, though!)