In the last six weeks, I have learned many new things. The Internet has been my teacher – from teaching me how to teleconference with clients and friends to making margaritas and also, how to give my husband a haircut. We still live together because there is a lockdown.

I do like hearing from people about what is new in their lives. And in normal times, I read the news once a day. Ok, on most days. But the deluge of information that finds its way to me, without any effort from my end, has me swamped. It seems that every entity, that is capable of, has taken on the challenge of educating me. My banker sends me news of the market daily despite knowing my total lack of interest in investing money. Even now I do not want to know, on an hourly basis, how many people are infected, and how many cured, in every state and every country. Does the lack of desire to engage with information make me a philistine?

Sherlock Holmes gives me confidence. His companion, Dr. Watson, was aghast to discover that Sherlock was unaware that the earth traveled around the sun. Sherlock proceeded to add to Watson’s incredulity by saying that he would try to forget this nugget of knowledge. Sherlock’s explanation (condensed), “I consider that a man’s brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose…What the deuce is it to me? You say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or my work.”

I am in august company.