Hello...I am full of a lot of questions this morning, including one of the most basic: How are we going to "open up" an economy when we don't have enough tests to know who the symptomatic carriers are? We also don't have a vaccine to take care of the seasonal nature of the new virus; we don't have any magic bullet treatment either, although one of the most promising is donated plasma from the recovered to siphon out the antibodies. Hope to hell that becomes widely enough available to turn this thing around...There is also unpublished evidence of viral mutation to a more contagious form; and that more contagious form is now the dominant virus being passed on; this is not peer reviewed yet that I know of...

Since I was a caretaker 24/7 and only filed my mothers taxes, I had to do a separate filing without any numbers just for me to show up in the database to get the stimulus. I suspect many "off the books" people, and others who are just plain scared of being deported, are not going to get stimulus checks, so I guess we have to hope for trickle down. I have had a recurring daydream of buying a metal detector and finding a treasure chest full of gold coins in the backyard, but even that dream is dying pretty quickly.

It's abundantly clear from historical literature, that people alone in their rooms can be anything from magically creative to horribly destructive to themselves or others--when you have lots of solititude you have no alternative voices to straighten out the crooked paths are lone voices sometimes call us to set out on; and lets face it too much solititude, like time in total isolation cells in prison, drives you into insanity. Again, without alternate voices apprising you of your condition, you may never know. This is the worst of times, but also the best in terms of finding out what kind of residual character you hope to hell you have. Many come thru in ways they are proud of later on; many also horde and close themselves off completely.

It's just like being found dead after a week and a half of falling on the floor and smashing your head; you are vulnerable if you are elderly and relatively alone, but you really don't feel the vulnerability until some catastrophe showing you how inadequate you are, relative to all the physical and mental challenges you face, and by the time you realize you need help, you may be another body bag on its way to the morgue.

Right now, its seems a little surreal to discover my life is significantly different from what it was before, and realizing if the world could be taught my personality, no government edict concerning social distancing would ever be necessary.