
footpad
says OK. I'm ready for this virus thing to be over. (Yeah, I know it's going to take several more weeks before we know the shape of things to come. Still, this is getting old...fast.)

Godtess
I agree. While I know I'm better off than most, inside, I'm a whinny baby. My Peace Corps project was canceled. My job offer from Thailand rescinded. I can't take the vacation to Israel I'd planned for. Every offer/interview/prospect is shut down. I hate my job and I want OUT of here. But I'm not going anywhere.

Godtess
I'm safer here, in my boring hometown, very boring job (where they are begging us to work all the overtime we want). I've got enough supplies for a 2-3 week quarantine. I'm clean, healthy, with enough of a pension to get by if my work closes down. but I still hate it. So, I get it.