Four good things

Rejoice, for Nailed It! — the friendliest, funniest, and goofiest show on Netflix (suitable for families too!) — is back today for a fourth season. I wrote about it, and how it teaches us it’s okay to be a failure, for Vox.

Agnes Callard’s Quarantine Journal, on working from home, at The Point:

I check the tip of my nose regularly, so that I can know how cold I am. I touch my face much more now, and I take real pleasure in it—I touch with my whole palm. I can feel the difference in my skin from when I was younger; it is more yielding, less springy, somewhere between my children’s skin and my grandmother’s. I Skype and Zoom from this room as well, though I hate seeing myself on the screen, and I hate seeing the mess around me. Books and clothes and boxes of tissues—I am always sniffly, I need to have one within reach at all times—piled together precariously, inefficiently. My messes bear the signature of my own carelessness and indifference.

Casey Cep in The New Yorker on The Gospel in a Time of Social Distancing:

I’ve thought often this week of something else I learned from another pastor, one whom I met much later in life when I was away from home, living in a city, where it was far more common to hear the sound of an ambulance siren. Think of it as a kyrie, he said: a plea for Christ to have mercy. Many of us will be hearing more of those sirens than church bells in the weeks to come, but perhaps those, too, can call us to prayer, and to one another.

And the tale, in the Guardian, of an astrophysicist — that is to say, an actual rocket scientist — who got a bunch of magnets stuck up his nose while trying to invent a device that would warn you when you’re touching your face.