The man living in apartment 19c knows all about clouds and silver linings.
Before this whole thing started, he had to go to a lot of trouble. Whenever he had visitors he would have to spend time clearing things away. This had to be done slowly and with a great deal of care, it was so easy to miss something. He always regarded it as an ordeal, but a necessary one. All of his special paraphernalia, his expensive accoutrements, they all had to be hidden. His precious book of spells, his summoning bell, his cards, staff, wands and talismans, they all had to be put out of sight. The trappings of satanic worship would not go down well with most folk. He had a small, lockable trunk in the laundry and that served its purpose well.
Then came the pandemic. The great isolator. Social distancing was going on everywhere. Visiting people was discouraged for the benefit of all. So, for a while at least, the rigmarole of going through this arduous activity was greatly reduced. His personal beliefs and his regular practice of devil worship left him with mixed feelings about the race to find a vaccine.