I find myself awakening each day and searching for good news among all the coronavirus pandemic gloom and doom.

Then we get snippets of signs of relief, or so we should hope:

Wuhan, China, where the pandemic was first hatched, is considering whether to relax the societal shutdown; Italy, which became the world’s second epicenter, is experiencing a slowdown in new cases; China reports several consecutive days with no new coronavirus cases.

The news from the U.S. of A. isn’t so positive, but maybe the good news will find its way to our shores. The rate of new cases is increasing exponentially, along with the rate of death from the coronavirus.

Then I have to remind myself of what the medical experts keep telling us: Let’s not be swayed by the glimmers of good news; there well might be more spikes in new cases once we relax the “social distancing” methods we’ve been practicing.

And so it goes. The good news is temporary. It vanishes. Then we face more grim news.

Then I find myself looking for long-range good news in what the medical experts tell us: social distancing is the best way to reduce the spread of the killer virus.

I am now beginning to accept that social distancing is going to be with us for a long time after the medical minds determine that the pandemic has passed. If it’s meant to be, I’m all in … even though it will inhibit the way I greet friends after not seeing them for a good while. Indeed, this shelter in place/stay at home policy is keeping my wife and me away from our family members and our friends.

Meanwhile, I’ll keep looking for good news and will keep seeking that which turns the glimmer into a full-blown flash of brilliance.