You can’t turn on the TV or the radio or the internet without being inundated by news, public service announcements, even commercials pinned to Covid-19. The numbers, the statistics, the trend lines, the buzzwords; it can be overwhelming to the point that you want to change the channel or just turn it off. Sometimes it’s worse to hear the news and the rumors and the fear than it is just to isolate yourself for a few hours or a day or however long it takes to loosen your jaw, unclench your fists, and remind yourself that a great deal of the equation of staying healthy is mental stability.
Last week I mentioned humor as a vaccine, and it works to the point that it helps relieve the tension without ignoring good medical advice. I binged all the episodes of “Schitt’s Creek” and found myself giggling over a line by a minor character (come to think of it, it still makes me chuckle). I diverted my attention by catching up on “Star Trek: Picard,” letting the battle between the synths and organics (no spoiler alerts) occupy my time. I wrote thirteen pages of a play that I’ve been promising to write for two years, happy to be back in the world of characters who don’t have to worry about social distancing.
According to the calendar, spring break is over. School is back in on-line. The Quaker meeting is figuring out how to use Zoom, as are schools and businesses. This morning I will go to my office for a few minutes to pick up some files and then come home and work from here.
I’m not ignoring the news. I’m taking it in small and necessary doses, recognizing the fact that the talking heads on TV have to say something to fill the hours and that everyone from General Motors to the restaurant down the street have to adapt to the conditions of the time and have to let me know they’re doing what they can to keep my business. Message received; thank you. Now let me get back to my writing.