Jessica Spengler, writing in her plague journal:

I’m just idling right now. I have killed the headlights and put it in neutral. I’m not looking ahead, not speculating, trying not to worry, trying not to get frustrated. I am making do, making the best of the situation, and making merry when I can. And I am not making plans.

That paragraph happens to come very close to describing what it was like supporting Catherine through 5 years of living with incurable cancer.

Which might explain why, relatively speaking, pandemic life, while not a walk in the park, hasn’t slayed me: I’ve developed mad skills in a realm of coping that’s conveniently become globally relevant.