It's the one line I recall from a Jason Bourne movie. Listening to the nightly news, I try and fail to get my head around the latest statistics. However these losses are presented, they are a story of  catastrophe. Folk I talk to just shake their head, unable to find words to adequately speak of the enormity of people's loss and grief. As the man said, "You couldn't make this stuff up." I'm stunned by the lightning speed at which Covid19 has spread across the earth. It's a sobering thought that no one can take good health for granted. Self isolation provides me thinking time. I get to reset (where necessary) values that make it clear what is really important. There is nothing like a threat to life to drive home how precious life really is. And for that matter, how low on the list are the trinkets I'm tempted to believe are essential to my life.

As confining as self isolation can be, I could be in a far worse situation. Even with my chronic conditions I can be grateful for the health I have, rather than always longing for what I don't have. A pandemic has a way of separating wants from needs. So, I have a choice every morning: grateful for my needs being met... or wanting more. It's not a difficult choice I guess, is it?