Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I spent all day talking on the phone:  our son, my childhood friend, two neighbors, etc.  Responding to previous calls and checking in.  And I feel comforted, though slightly exhausted.  I should have taken a walk, but oh, well.  The day has been overcast and I'm sick of walking around my neighborhood and avoiding people.  The runners think they own the sidewalk, as do the younger people with their tiny dogs.  Us old folk have to go out in the street and risk being hit by a car.  Courtesies are unraveling at an alarming rate.  One day we're opening up, the next we're closing back down, people have no symptoms but are carriers, I might go into a store, but then again it might be closed back down.  It's migraine producing.  This is the nightmare the depression must have been for my parents and grandparents.  NO END IN SIGHT.  So the little things are the only things to notice, and very carefully:  a song of a bird in a tree, the frogs at night, the siren of an ambulance, the hum of a plane overhead.  The world is on pause........