So far, my family and I are well, but I've got a nephew working in a big grocery store--I guess they're "first responders" now--so that's a little worrying. Mostly, we're trying to support my mom, who just turned 90, by getting her what she needs without actually getting closer than six feet. Loneliness is the scourge of the elderly at the best of times, and these are not the best of times.
I'm lucky. I've got an income that continues to come in, at least until the stock market eats it up. I'm able to support one sister, whose income has suddenly ceased. The weather, normally dismally rainy this time of year, has been perfect, so we can get outside. The death of car traffic is a blessing. People are out walking and rolling in the streets, greeting each other from a safe distance.
Every day seems to go from dark cloud to silver lining and back again repeatedly. It's impossible not to think about the permanent damage to society, and a challenge to consider what good might arise from the ashes.
So I wash my hands a lot, thank the universe for the internet-may-it-keep-running, and offer a blessing to you all.