I am finding people, in their common befuddlement, being just people; carrying on friendly conversations with strangers in the check-out line — while observing a prim and proper 6-foot distance;  entering or re-entering relationships based on the common peril (or just challenge);  calling friends just to check up and learn of any needs that can be satisfied, any pain that can be annealed;  refraining from vituperation of the differently minded when it comes to state or national strategies for coping;  offering, in the case of my Episcopal parish, profound worship — on-line, our churches having  been sidelined for the most part by expert edict.   Restaurants unable to seat customers arrange to serve them take-out offerings.    

        And more.   “The end of this play isn’t written yet.”  

By the Skin of Our Teeth