Fauci, a member of the White House coronavirus task force, has expressed concern and frustration lately about “a general anti-science, anti-authority, anti-vaccine feeling among some people in this country.”

Life in the time of Coronavirus is hard. I’ve been quarantined since June 23, after somehow having 4 exposures in 4 days. I got a test, but they say it will take 3-5 business days. I’ve watched all the above average TV shows. I’m profoundly bored. I don’t have much to say anymore. Let the words be yours, I’m done with mine, and so forth.

I’ve been looking for a song that sums up how I feel. About life. Isolation. Fighting with people on Facebook over masks. Missing my kids. Wondering if they miss me. Wondering if I’m doing right by the good people who work beside me in my office.

I think this might be it.

“And I could take a Greyhound home, but when I got there it’d be gone. Along with everything a home is made up of. So I’ll take two of what you’re having, and I’ll take all of what you got. To kill this goddamn lonely, goddamn lonely love.”

“It sickened me yesterday to see security personnel—including members of the National Guard—forcibly and violently clear a path through Lafayette Square to accommodate the president’s visit outside St. John’s Church. I have to date been reticent to speak out on issues surrounding President Trump’s leadership, but we are at an inflection point, and the events of the past few weeks have made it impossible to remain silent.”

“As a rough average, during pre-pandemic life, 5 to 7 percent of people met the criteria for a diagnosis of depression. Now, depending how you define the condition, orders of magnitude more people do. Robert Klitzman, a professor of psychiatry at Columbia University, extrapolates from a recent Lancet study in China to estimate that about 50 percent of the U.S. population is experiencing depressive symptoms. ‘We are witnessing the mental-health implications of massive disease and death,’ he says. This has the effect of altering the social norm by which depression and other conditions are defined. Essentially, this throws off the whole definitional rubric.”

“The second day I was sick, I woke up to what felt like hot tar buried deep in my chest. I could not get a deep breath unless I was on all fours. I’m healthy. I’m a runner. I’m 33 years old.”

“I want Americans to understand that this virus is making otherwise young, healthy people very, very sick. I want them to know, this is no flu.”

“And yet, accusing a cable news host of murder is not the most insane thing that happened in Trump world over the last 24 hours. That would be his meltdown yesterday at a press conference, in which he abruptly walked off after a couple of “nasty” reporters (women, obviously) asked him harder questions than he wished to answer.”

“Every day, I ask him to tell me about something he knows that I don’t. What is that bird calling in the hedge? How does a meadowlark learn to sing? How does soap kill a virus? Where does courage come from? The only question he hasn’t been able to answer is: How will I live without you?”