Things Learned (Or Confirmed) During The Cornavirus Quarantine:
It is impossible to watch one hour of TV without being told to stay home, go out for drive-through, wash your hands.
There are times when I wish I were as candid and witty as the Downton Abbey Dowager Countess Violet Crawley (Dame Maggie Smith); for example: “I never argue. I explain.”
No cowboy movie is worthy of the name if it lacks six-shooters that can fire 15 bullets without reloading; if there isn’t at least one chase on horses; if the hero can’t have a fist fight without losing his hat.
I cannot go into a store with masked patrons without the William Tell Overture playing in the back of my mind and hearing a voice asking, “Who was that masked man?”
Nurses, doctors, firemen, policemen, first responders, mailmen, deliverymen do worry about taking illness home to their loved ones; that social distancing rule must be doubly burdensome.
Everybody checks everybody else’s shopping cart to see how many rolls of toilet paper the shopper has in it.
There are many kind people around the world eagerly phoning to offer me reduced interest on my credit card, extended warranty for my car, and a reduction on my utility bill. God bless ‘em!
Being too busy is not the real reason I do not find enough time to pray.
A law in physics I learned years ago is true beyond doubt: “A body at rest tends to stay at rest.”
What passes as news usually isn’t.
The world is full of experts --who have many opinions.
Every “could” implies a “could not.” “There could be a second wave.” “This thing could last for years.” “This could be the end of life as we know it.” Every could implies a could not.
It’s one thing to decide whether your glass is half full or half empty. It’s something else to consider how big your glass is.
It’s true: “There’s No Place Like Home.”
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