Osler's Razor

It's a strange time.

Our routines, big and small, are disrupted. If you were in school, now you aren't; those who were going to travel won't, and those who were going to not travel must.  There is something scary out there that we cannot see, and we have no leader to tell us hard truths.

You know those days we remember? These are those days.

No March Madness. No college graduation. No church service. No classroom. No good in the frozen vegetable section of the store. No planes, no late night shows, no museums or auto shows or operas. Who are we now?

We are what we can be at our best. We can love one another, sacrifice for others, we can be kind to those we draw near or who cross our path.

It will probably get worse before it gets better, but hopefully we will all be better, too. We don't have  a leader, but we can have many leaders. And I suspect we will.

Is blues the healer? For some people, maybe. But for others, it will be something else. One of the hardest parts of this crisis is that a lot of people are going to be separated from the things they usually count on in times of crisis. There are some, of course, for whom that comfort comes in the moment that they receive the bread and drink the wine, and that will be held away from them. How deep a tragedy is that?