One good thing as we clean up and stay isolated. It’s now okay to be a flaming hypochondriac. And washing your hands to a ceviche pink is no longer a sign of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.
Carrying a small bottle of anti-bacterial spray and spraying it every time somebody touches you can lose you friends, but you’ll always have good “biotics.” And, of course, Facebook offers one legitimate benefit — no one can cough on you.
My problem is, am I capable of protecting all the things I have to help protect these days, for example, my fellow human beings, which requires I wear a mask. (I’m thinking of painting dragon fire on it to sort of stay macho). In addition, I get appeals for action and donations from groups protecting against everything, from scamming the elderly to camel rescues. Examples: The planet (no more toxic waste or chemicals and perfumes inhalable at 20 feet); lake life (lake fish so heavy-metaled, they can breach through manhole covers; endangered species (my cloth bags reduce plastic that doesn’t biodegrade until birds evolve back into dinosaurs). And I try to find time to protect me. Diet, exercise and cognitive aids such as solving the mathematical problem of remembering what is open or closed here between 1 and 4 p.m.