NANCY UPDATE: STILL NO CORONA SYMPTOMS, BUT CONCERN RISES OVER UNUSUAL BEHAVIOR

Today, April 6, at noon will mark exactly seven days since Nurse Practitioner Mary DeNicola told us over a cell phone video “Chat” those miserable words. “Nancy, you tested positive”. Every atom in my body suddenly drooped. My knees buckled. “Michael you tested negative.” My only thought was at least I would be able to take care of Nancy. My second thought was why the fuck do they call this a “Chat”. Chat’s used to be all sweet and warm. Fuck a chat nowadays. Someone come up to me asking me if I wanna chat? Oh, hell no.

But, we must say these past seven days since that “Chat”, a week which i was dreading, hunkered down for the worst, turned out to be as good as they could have been. We want to emphasize we knew she is not out the dark woods yet - but so far the symptoms have not come. Nancy checks her temperature several time a day. ( a 97.2 average), every cough is a brief cause for concern, every bite of food sniffed to make sure her sense of smell is turned on and all bites carefully chewed to confirm some of the world’s finest taste buds still have it. They do. She salvaged a leg of lamb two days ago by adding a copious amount of chef Jenn Louis’ provided “Ray” shawarma spice blend.

Still, there have been some cause for concern. There was behavior by Nancy - and by me - that before Corona would have likely got us admitted. Last night - and I want to be clear I have not been drinking heavily this morning - but last night we watched two Doris Day movies. Watched them back to back Let me repeat that. Last night Nancy Silverton and Michael Krikorian stayed home and watched two Doris Day movies.

The first one was ‘Move Over Darling” in which Doris, presumed dead after a plane crash, reappears after living five years on a desert island. Nancy has the brilliant line. “Look at Doris. She was on a desert island for five years. She looks good.” Her husband, James Garner had just recently remarried. And, well, you get the picture. It’s a remake of the Cary Crant/Irene Dunne 1940 screwball comedy ‘My Favorite Wife’.

Next up was “The Thrill Of It All” where Doris outshines her doctor husband (Garner, again) by becoming a TV soap ad girl. Don’t ask. But, the thing was, they were enjoyable. We’ll watch some more today. Maybe “Send Me No Flowers” with Rock Hudson and Tony Randall.

Anything that gets the mind off Corona and a days eases by with no symptoms. that is a great day.

Gotta go. Nancy is yelling at me. “Michael! Michael! You gotta turn on ‘Let’s Make A Deal’.

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