At eight in the morning a pharmacist called to tell me I was being sent the Plaxovid.  He warned me not to take certain other medications and to rest.  Very nice guy.  At six-thirty in the afternoon the pills arrived and suddenly I stopped coughing.  My head cleared and I mapped out the play I’ve been trying to write for years about Kurt Gerron.  I don’t know what will happen with it, but I know it is something I’ve been trying to get off my mind for years.  

I’m hoping I can get back into the world by the end of the week, and not live in my fantasies, even though my fantasies are pretty good, sometimes much more exciting than the life outside.   

And I’m in a country where the less exciting it is, the better.