While I still can.

After all I’m 76 and have one foot in the grave and another on a banana peel.

I’m being careful though.

I only go out once a day to walk my dog.

While I’m walking I scream at all the workmen I pass “Don’t be kissing me?”

Sure they have puzzled looks on their faces now but pretty soon old people will be like pedal pushers. They’ll be very rare and a delight to come upon.

I’m just jumping ahead of the curve.

Who knows when I’ll see anyone in my family.

I tried face time with Julie the other day but if you’re not used to it it isn’t a comfortable experienced.

We just looked at each other trying to think of something momentous to say.

I did learn one thing. If I do it again I’m going to comb my hair.

I will end this with a lovely picture of my doorman (who’s no longer allowed to touch or look at me) in better days with Debby dressed to the nines.

Nah it isn’t really but it did get your attention.

Although life is certainly different.

I’m doing what I can to get us through this. It isn’t easy with Bravo not recording any new episodes etc.

After watching that opera singer in Italy singing on his balcony to raves and applause and hearing my friend Claudia Glaser Mussen, who’s the best singer I know and I know Paul Simon, state that she’s going to sing on her balcony to entertain the neighbors I realized it was my civic duty to give back.

I’ve been tap dancing on my terrace for the last half hour. You’re welcome 58th Street.

As another good will thing I encouraged people in these down times to read my blog from the beginning.

That may seem self serving but as you know no one cracks me up like me so in my mind it’s an act of charity.

Yep I’ve always been a giver. In fact just to cheer everyone up in these trying times I tried to take a picture of Debby wearing glasses but that didn’t work out.

So here she is just waking up and asking me where I get the nerve to try that shit with her.

That’s all I have for you today.

tap tap tappity tap.