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Thoughts from the front lines:

This weekend, I had planned to go grocery shopping Monday afternoon. I needed to complete my "stock up in case I get sick and can't leave" cupboard. When I went to bed Sunday night, though, I was feeling woozy, my mouth was dry, my heart was racing, and my muscles felt like bricks. Oh no! I thought. It's too late! I'm already sick.

After a few minutes, I realized: I'm not sick. I'm panicking. Panicking at the thought of leaving my house to go to the grocery store!

See, I'm one of the lucky ones who work at an entertainment facility that has cancelled its upcoming performances until further notice - which means I can hole up in my apartment without fear the wall will cough on me. (that also means I have no income right now... but that's another rant) As the popular meme floating around says: "Your grandparents were called to war. You're being called to sit on the couch. You can do this." Yes I can!

But after a week and a half of answering that call, the idea of going out there felt like I was bracing to race the zombies to the last can of Lysol spray. I realized I needed to get a hold of myself. I knew that if I took the recommended precautions, it would (probably) be okay. That, and I remembered I got some touch-screen compatible gloves as a wrap present from a tv show I had worked on a few years back - so now my bare hands need not touch any surfaces, not even the self-check out screens, in my supply mission!

Flip side to the news: people continue to party on the beaches for Spring Break.

Don't they know I'm sacrificing my sanity as ordered over here? What's it all for if yahoos are allowed to extend the duration of the war with their pettiness, conspiracy theories, and egocentricity? 

So, I say look to wartime for inspiration here, too. Air Strikes.

Start hitting them at the edge of the beach and drive them into the water. Keep randomly strafing the beach to keep them dog paddling in the water for their two week self-isolation. If sharks cut the duration of their isolation short... well, they made their choices.

It's war, people. We need to be in this together, or weeded out into the oceans to take your chances alone.

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