Shut in some but how can I complain when many experience worse things. I spent parts of the last two and this weekend setting up what I call my outside office.

Battle Lines   The Coronavirus pandemic has been an unprecedented stress on health care delivery. There are more patients, sicker patients, requiring more resources than seems possible. The specter of health care workers becoming infected has introduced an element of fear that most practitioners have never even imagined. As a recently retired anesthesiologist, I have stayed in touch with my colleagues in the New York metropolitan area to get a gauge on their day to day existence.

1) Our Freedom 2) Our Health3) Our Future4) Our Healthcare providers5) Our interactions6) Our Outlook7) Our leaders8) Our jobs9) Our Families10) Our investments11) Our conveniences12) and?

I am sitting in our living room and gaze across at the dining table which now serves as my office desk. (I’ve never spent so much time at the dining room table as I have during the last few weeks.) I also gaze upon the artwork that surrounds me and some of the studio glass in the room.

A strange, new psychology has emerged. The initial adrenaline of home offices, the novelty of the proverbial gift of “time” at home, wearing yoga pants to the office, has become the norm. We’ve adapted. It took about 40 days.

  There are some silver linings for me in our current coronavirus cloud. One is dinnertime.

  Obviously, we are being bombarded daily with stories concerning the effects of Covid-19. But there is one recent story that made me smile and I couldn’t help but share it here.  

We got to hang with some good friends last eve. It was fun to catch up.