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.”