With sports on hold for quite some time now, it’s a fair bet that no one remembers the words to the Star Spangled Banner, which hasn’t been sung since the Super Bowl, which means it’s a good time to replace it with Back in the U.S.A. by Chuck Berry.

The whole stand six feet away thing must be tough on pickpockets. Maybe they can figure out a way to use selfie sticks to reach their victims without attracting attention.

I expect high-end face-mask stores to become a thing (although trying on a mask after someone else did might cause some hesitation) so that you won’t have to continue wearing that old bra or jock strap you converted (after washing I hope), especially since we all may have to get additional driver’s license and passport pictures wearing a mask.

Apparently our not knowing what day it is has a name – temporal disintegration – which makes me feel better because it sounds like something the science officer would explain to me if I were in the middle of a Star Trek episode, which is a good way to think of where we are, because the crew of the Enterprise always manages to save the day, but be careful not to wear a red shirt, as those crewmen don’t always fare so well (I highly recommend the award-winning book, Redshirts, by John Scalzi).