Tag: isolation

"To open or not to open, that is the question." Shakespeare is probably rolling in his grave at my lamentable misuse of his famous “To be or not to be” but these days "To open or not to open" IS the question. And it is driving most of us absolutely crazy.

If there’s one thing I noticed about our sheltering-in-place time, it’s that complaining did absolutely nothing about it. Zip. Nada. Complaining about the lack of work didn’t magically produce more work, ditto lack of income. Complaining about the ordeal—pardon me, challenge—of home-schooling (especially if more than one child was involved) didn’t make it less onerous. Complaining about the lack of TP didn’t make it grow on trees. In fact, all complaining did was annoy whoever else was around to hear it, and didn’t make you much happier either.

When you have a cold, the guy who sits next to you at work says, "Hey, you sound better."

If you recently had a baby, your neighbor smiles and asks, "Are you getting any sleep, yet?"

If your mom's chemo has ended, your friends want to know, "What did the doctors say? How's she doing?"

But what if you've spent the last three or four months struggling with getting out of bed?