This morning I got up at my usual hour, 6:00 am, and as I brewed my morning joe had a terribly unoriginal thought about Groundhog Day. Who hasn’t by now likened their Covid – 19 experience to this classic film, where the protagonist is hopelessly stuck in a time loop perpetuated, it seems, by his cynicism, contempt and borderline misanthropy. As the days of sheltering in place roll by with little to distinguish one from the next, it wears on our collective psyche. Hopefully, we will not resort to suicide attempts as Bill Murray’s Phil did repeatedly as his futile means of escape. The movie’s salvation and the thing that made it bearable to watch was its comedic tone. What could have been a bleak, Dante’s limbo experience was redeemed by its humor. And Bill Murray’s character was ultimately saved by love. Love and laughs – two nice antidotes to our times.
My siblings and I share a message board where we exchange our thoughts, grandkid pics and, mostly, humor – some of which have been Coronovirus song parodies. Standing in front of Mr. Coffee this morning (talk about a captive audience), I attempted a variation of the Sonny and Cher theme song from Groundhog Day. I got as far as the refrain but stopped because “I got flu, babe” just wasn’t cutting it. I decided to stick to my day job, put song-writing aside and throw myself back into Sparta where my creativity could be put to better use.
Today, I wire the potty vent.