On my daily, do-whatever-you-can-to-maintain-your-sanity walk today, I passed by Kiki’s Bistro, which brought back fond memories of the last time I ate there, with a group of friends, when, in the middle of our meal, the manager came over and asked us to quiet down, as there had been complaints from other tables that we were having too much fun, and added that he didn’t want to have to kick us out.

That memory further reminded me of the time a group of us went downtown, during winter break from college in 1969, to the now long-defunct Roosevelt Theater (1979 – so not our fault) to see the movie Marooned, of which Mad Magazine said, One astronaut sacrifices his life to escape the film critics.” Given reviews like that, it wasn’t surprising that the movie didn’t fare well, and that my friends and I were the only ones in the theater for the matinee we attended. And yet, an usher came by during the movie to tell us we were making too much noise and, yes, he didn’t want to have to kick us out.

As I haven’t been anywhere other than the grocery since March 10, the threats have stopped, for now, but I’ve noticed that I’ve been laughing out loud a lot at home, even though I’m alone, and, psychiatric concerns aside, I’m worried that I might have to ask myself to leave before I finish binge-watching Tiger King.