I’m being inundated with “advice”. It’s coming in all forms: emails, drop downs, alerts...online, on tv and radio, and by word of mouth from a safe distance. I admit. I cannot process all of this advice. I’m even having trouble sorting out what I may want to follow up on at a later time. Smothered by advice in the time of pandemic.

During times of tragedy, war, famine, and pandemic, the definition of assets change overnight. Country club memberships, social status, sports, and fancy heels, sit in the closet. How can they possibly contribute in times such as this? Underneath all of the intellectual attempts to civilize people and produce impressive technological advancements, we are reminded of our human biology.

It’s been about six weeks now. About a week ago, I noticed a trend among my female friends. We have all started talking about the color of our hair. Said better, the true color of our hair.

  In the age of the Coronavirus, my name has become a hashtag. That is, people have been using the hashtag #Rona to post about the virus on social media. I have seen my hashtag on Instagram and on Facebook. I have been told that I am also on Twitter, Snapchat etc. I am all over social media.   Apparently, I am also trending!!!  My hashtag seems to be everywhere.  

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.