A dark cloud hangs over the world these days. And there's precious little real information on when it will lift. For me, the sense of doom is exacerbated by the idiots clamoring for an end to the social distancing--that seems to be helping mitigate the spread of the virus--in favor of a reopening of vital services like nail parlors and gyms and estheticians. Perhaps it will be a satisfaction to some of these folks to be fit and well-groomed as they--or more likely, their elderly relatives or neighbors--battle Covid-19. I, on the other hand, am staying put. I had signed a contract to lead a class at John C. Campbell in the last week of May. I knew that they are closed now but hadn't heard from them concerning plans to reopen. So I sent a pre-emptive email, saying that I would not feel comfortable in a group setting that soon. I got a reply the next day saying that they had just decided to stay closed at least through May. Good. Me too. There's essential . . . and there's non-essential. Where do you draw the line?
