While discussing the lack of certain items in Los Angeles grocery stores, specifically toilet paper, with a friend in New York she said, “I don’t get it, I’m more concerned about my supply of vodka.”
When F. Scott Fitzgerald was in quarantine with Zelda they laid in a month’s worth of hootch and when Hemingway, a virus denier, punched Fitz in the stomach Fitz quipped, “I hope you washed your hands.”
There’s been a lot said recently about how well Isaac Newton dealt with self-isolation when he was sent home from Trinity College during the Great Plague of London and came up with this, F=GMmr2, the mathematical equation that explains his breakthrough theory of gravity.
There will be a lot of breakthroughs as a result of these trying times. In medicine, in social contracts — in spirit.
Speaking of which, a neighbor texted me and suggested the street all stand outside, well apart, at the cocktail-hour to wave and say hi and check in with each other.
I’ll drink to that, to your health!