I also have to acknowledge that I exist in a very select bubble, and that bubble is kinder to me than the world at large. (And my isolation, even before the virus, hasn't helped.) The bubble of this house is a very different bubble from that of the beer store three miles away (and where I suspect my numerous BLM shirts will eventually cause me problems.)

Thank you deeply and sincerely, and I like to believe what you say is true. (And to me it certainly is), but if I don't maintain balance, the price can be great. I'm borderline autistic, and take opiates by the handfuls for pain I've suffered since my teens. Some days are "realer" than others, and I must take care to keep track of how far I may stand from the fulcrum on any given day.