A high school teacher of mine years ago told me “may you live in interesting times.” That phrase has stayed with me all of these years. That seems to define our world today more than anytime in the past. This quarantine in response to Covid-19 has definitely altered our life today in every aspect. That same thing has occurred to my life. My quarantined life has changed every aspect of my life. I am not sure where to start the story on my life today. Nowadays due to current circumstances in quarantine America my life feels much like Bill Murray's life in the movie “Ground Hog Day”. This situation has to be experienced to be believed. Everyday looks and feels like the previous day no matter what day it is on the calendar. I never leave the house. The only thing different in my life is not logging in for the weekends. It all starts when I wake up. Luckily, I work in a job where I telework from home. Prior to the outbreak management viewed my job as critical. I must report to the office every day. After a year on the job they would talk about future telework on a limited basis. Then bam, the quarantine occurred. Now the rules change. I can telework every day. This all occurred virtually overnight one day. I now telework from home but without any company phones. So, you can say my communication with others has become a challenge or a benefit to me. It all depends on the situation you could say. Every message has to go to email with its limit on communication. It becomes had to distinguish between degree of immediacy on the problem. At times communication limits becomes really my advantage. The working style of office communication via face to face interaction has ceased. Now business has gotten pushed into teleconferences. Those things are funny. One moderator does most of the talking. The numbers of the call range from 10 all the way to 100. The moderator talks like a farm auctioneer on sale day. They start rattling the agenda like an auctioneer trying to sell a slow-moving tractor. They keep repeating calls for comments like the teacher repeating Faris's name, “Bueller, Bueller, Bueller”. My two dogs now have become my new best friends. The eyes of the big boss at work now has taken the form of my dogs. Ike, my Velcro vizsla and Annie our 17.5-year-old Italian greyhound follow my every move. I am with them every waking hour. Their eyes follow every keystroke, every move and just follow my movements from one end of the house to the other. I think their new found dedication comes from hope that I am hording snacks which might drop and hit the floor, making it theirs under the house rules. The know my schedule better than I do. I sign off at 3:30 like clockwork. Then I walk Ike or shall I say he walks me. At 2:30 he starts warming up to get ready for the walk much like a track athlete getting ready for a run by stretching. If I am 5 minutes late in signing off the vizsla is standing at my knee looking up as asking me “what is wrong, sign off” The best evidence of quarantine fatigue comes up in Sunday school. This past year I helped teach my church's high school group. To meet local requirements the class moved to zoom, like everything else in life. We went through the lesson all through zoom. These classes had funny details in the background a person had to pay attention to. These young zoom professionals learned how to really handle zoom. As you look on the zoom screen you say all kinds of things. The screen on the kids was quite hilarious. The kids learned how to change the backdrop to their camera image. People would sit in class like they were in the Simpson's front living room. Another had himself sitting in the tactical operations center of the Battlestar Galactica. Most of the kids would turn on and turn off their cameras like they were blinking some sort of code. One minute they appeared and the next they didn't. Brothers and sisters in the same house would appear on different computer screens. Other kids would play catch as the lesson grinded on, played video games or talking to people off screen. Shopping today has become something like a trip into Madmax world. As you go to the store, no matter the store the latest social media shortage item would be the center of one mob or another. The minute the forklift carrying whatever comes out onto the floor a mob would descend onto the pallet. Three minutes later the contents of the pallet was gone. Quarantine has made travel even across town difficult. Everyplace a mask or two. Then you have to follow their traffic patterns around the store like you are on a Disney World adventure. Movie theaters, museums, art galleries all have closed now. That has given myself more time to indulge in the finer things of life. I know have seen all of the episodes of the Beverly Hillbillies. Yes, life is different now because of quarantine. It looks like this won't end soon. Time will tell us when this silliness will end.