Well, here we are.
Nevada is shut down except for essential services like medical and grocery stores and gas stations. Curfew is from 8 PM to 8 AM. And the Strip is a ghost town. It's now possible to walk from one end of the Strip to the other and not meet another living person.
Did I tell you about my new nurse? Her mother was Filipino and her father was German. She is six feet of pure unadulterated goddess. She could've stepped out of a Frank Frazetta painting. And the reason I'm mentioning her now is because you and I have to focus on things other than that damn virus or cabin fever will surely overtake us.
And don't none of you forget that it's not only the virus that's dangerous. A friend of my wound care nurse was robbed of her groceries at gunpoint while exiting Walmart. Later that day, a fake census taker was trying to weasel his way into my wound care nurse's home. Fortunately, my nurse's husband and sons were home. Did I mention the husband was Samoan?
The fake census taker was almost pulled apart like a rotisserie chicken.
I guess there's nothing to do except watch post-apocalypse movies.