A small amusing detail unrelated to anything except perhaps some remembrances of five years ago

The copy of Tracy Letts' August: Osage County I got from the library had a previous patron's request slip still in it. Date of request: 2/21/20. I cannot imagine being stuck with that very depressing play for months while I wonder if the world is coming to an end.

Of course, the last thing I read before the pandemic hit was Ducks, Newburyport, so I guess I'm not in much of a position to talk.