On a scale of 1 to 10, where 1 is the Sentinelese who have no idea about the bug and little chance of catching it, and 10 being an old person with the virus in a New York Hospital, in a room over looking a parking lot full of refrigerated trailers, without a ventilator. I'm probably a 2.5 or a 3.
My immediate family are all good, fit, healthy, financially robust enough to get through. I'm still employed, but I'm inter-state and work has decided that we shouldn't be crossing state borders, despite state government making allowances for us to do so.
I've moved to an extended roster at work to minimise air travel and I'm looking at spending my rostered off time in a fairly nice Airbnb by the beach. All nice, but I won't see home until August, October, January? Who knows. Time for a beer.