there is no doubt that Ezi and I have been existing on comedy.  It emerges in the strangest places, and sometimes makes life easier for others, but sometimes falls on antagonistic ears.  And I never know whether someone is laughing or whether they are smiling politely and wondering when this crazy lady will shut up.  Some of this is due to the isolation we’ve been experiencing as the rest of the world returns to normal, leaving us old people who are immunosuppressed to fend for ourselves.  One tiny example: after the serious and dedicated pharmacist filled our tri-monthly subscriptions and asked me if there was anything else, I muttered “a hand cart” and for the first time in five minutes, he laughed so hard I could see his expression behind his mask.  This made my day.