Me, Covid, and The Awful Truth

Covid-19 is real.  Soon most people will know someone who has been hurt by the disease.  My sister-in-law Terri, who is also one of my best friends, has been in the hospital with pneumonia for 9 days.  Her son Bo, my nephew, was hospitalized yesterday.  I hope and pray both will be fine with few or no lingering consequences.  Needless to say, if you knew my family, it has been a non-stop drama fest.  Yesterday Terri checked out of hospital against medical advice with no prescriptions, no supplemental oxygen, no aftercare instructions.

I’m just fine.  They are in Las Vegas.  I am in Southern California.  My husband and I have really never left Lockdown.

For comfort viewing yesterday, I rewatched Leo McCarey’s The Awful Truth (1937) for the umpteenth time.  I have reviewed the film previously here.The stars, dialogue, directing, and production continue to sparkle.  It remains supremely enjoyable. For some reason, I focused on Ralph Bellamy this time. He is pretty wonderful.