In middle age, my life got so busy and complicated that I longed for a day off. To do nothing. To be so bored that time slowed to a crawl like it did during those long, dull, mind-numbing summer days when I was growing up in the rural Maryland village of Quantico. And now this. A pandemic. Quarantined. Our lives depend on staying home and doing nothing. But there is a silver lining. Right here, right now — because that’s all there is anymore — life is good. Time is creeping by ever so slowly again. And for that I am grateful.