In the past 24 hours, I have learned of 8 people in my town of 300 who now have tested positive for coronavirus. The closest are the neighbors across the street- she is on day seven, her husband just got a positive result yesterday.
So, like all the other small towns and villages in red states, home crap home now has an outbreak. I am fine, and my parents are fine and still under lock and key, although I do have the same damned head cold I have had for ten days (it comes and goes), but that is an every year occurrence this time of year and my pulse oximeter reads 99% with a pulse of 60 and my temp is consistently 97.5. Speaking of, this made me laugh because for me it is true:
I can handle physical pain like it is no one’s business (I mean I did drive myself to the hospital with an arm shattered in 20 places), but I get a fever or have a cough and am convinced I have lung cancer or am dying.



