The advice used to be that being a bit of a recluse is bad for your health. Turns out I was just possessed of uncanny foresight...

Don't have any Ayn Rand to use as toilet paper, but I do have a huge stack of Bloomberg mailers. The stiff paper stock needs to be soaked a few hours, and with some of 'em you can peel off the printed top layer; after that they work tolerably well. Mike can do it!

There have been a dozen cases reported in the county here, and one death in a nursing home. A local school district announced it was closing, and was promptly buried in ridicule from rightwingers; a day later they announced that a student had tested positive. Still crowds at Safeway, and little chance to social-distance in those narrow aisles. Still, I have to give Safeway credit for not only not price-gouging essential items, but putting some items on sale, like antibacterial hand soap for 1/3 the list price.

I have food stocks on hand to eat comfortably for a week, unhappily but not suffering for another week. After that I plan to use grocery delivery services to get food delivered.

I talked to Attila the Republican Friday, aka my old man, who's 92 now. He's spouting Trump's lies, but the thing that reassures me is that his mobility is limited, and he simply can't go out and get infected just to own the libs. But unfortunately my stepmother still goes out to shop and get together with her book club, and that's a worrisome vector. But at this point I don't think there's anything I can do to protect them.

Opinion surveys recently suggest that Frank and Rob probably will flaunt the warnings and put themselves at risk--Republicans are about half as concerned as everyone else, and twice as likely to believe it's a hoax or hype. But I don't wish they'd get sick--that's a step too far for me. But I have to admit it's easier to feel a twinge of schadenfreude toward the Right, in the abstract, when it's not people I know. But a name or a face puts it in a different light.