Sunday.

Yesterday I had a long telecon with a close friend of 78. She was getting ready for her Passover feast and told me in great detail about how much work it would be for her.

“Well,” I interrupted her, “the Chinese have saved you from that.”

“I don’t want to hear that,” she said angrily. “It’s not the ‘Chinese virus’ like Trump says. It’s just a virus and to call it the Chinese virus defames all of the wonderful people of Chinese descent in our country. It’s racist and I don’t want to hear it.”

This woman is a major leftist and just hates Trump, but I have known her for a long time and I didn’t want to argue about it for even a moment. But politics gets into even the viral germ.

She resumed, in a stony voice, “Of course, we will have a Seder in our house.” (She lives in a very small house in a super-expensive neighborhood just outside New York.) “We’ll have our daughter, Sonia, from down the block, but we’ll maintain strict social distancing. I’ll sit at one end of the table and she’ll sit at all times six feet away at least and there will be no touching.”

Sonia is 52, never married, a stupendous germophobe, so I don’t think this arrangement will mark much of a change in their relationship. Still, it shocked me. To keep social distancing inside your home with your only daughter? That seems a bit strict. But, that’s odd for another reason. Their home is small. Surely, once an infected person was in it, the demon was loose, but that’s Amerika today. Maybe I’m an idiot to even be surprised about it.

Meanwhile, there were four hours of CSI Miami to watch. That show is a work of genius. Stone solid genius and a work of art in every scene.

Then a night of food poisoning from I know not what, so maybe I’m being punished for my thoughts.