The big news tonight was that the local parson has been quarantined, and his assistant hospitalized, being positive to COVID-19.
And, being an atheist, and having been for forty years and then some, the thing should not worry me – apart from the human compassion for people having a hard time.
Seven days ago my brother met the vice-parson. They kept at a safe distance and were both wearing face masks, so this is not a “proper contact” according to the emergency number we called as soon as we got the news.
No symptoms have surfaced so far – but my brother’s been nursing a bad cold this last ten days.
Bottom line – we are sitting tight, isolating at home, and counting the days.
We are also making plans to creatively ration our provisions – I was supposed to go on a supply run tomorrow. So we’ll have to manage with the little that’s left in our pantry, and the supply drop a friend will provide tomorrow.
So yes, fear, quarantine, and rationing.
Looks like 2020 is getting ready to close with a bang for the Mana Brothers.
I’ll keep you posted.
Also, I’ll need to have a word with God when this thing is over.