And then he had his hands all over his face.
But, all seriousness aside, I was down at the clinic this morning, getting my periodic confirmation that I am yet alive. My favorite nurse was wearing a mask. She said the last week or so has seen a big influx of people with flu-like symptoms. And she reminded me that we have a great big international airport, where lots of people fly in, and then have a golden opportunity to infect the mobs of people moving through the airport.
I said that I assume they have no way, at the clinic, to identify those with the coronavirus. She said that’s right.
Dr. Aardvark and I are both feeling a little dodgy. Hypochondria, most probably.