Coronavirus panic, catch it.
No, but seriously. Wash your damn hands.
Am I worried about this thing? Nope. Not even a tiny bit. Am I paying attention to it on the off chance that it will become something to worry about even though I am not worried at all right now? Yeah, something like that.
To all the trump nazis who are saying this is a hoax created by democrats to make the orange pile of fascist goo look bad (as if he needed any help in that department) there is this:
Apple sent out a letter to it’s shareholders saying that they would not be able to meet their sales projections for the quarter because the Covid-19 situation in China has slowed their production too much. Also, they sent a message to their stores that they are going to have a shortage of replacement iPhones for customers who come in looking for major repairs.
So, my nazi neighbors, if it’s a hoax you should feel free to smash your iPhone with a hammer and bring it to your local Apple store for a replacement. Go ahead. I dare you.
The question isn’t, is this real. The question is, how far will it go. Of course it’s real. The whole world is reacting to it. I’m just not going to worry about something that isn’t really anywhere near me yet. If lots of people in Eastern Massachusetts and Southern New Hampshire start getting sick then I’ll batten down the hatches and ride it out. Until then, I’m going to keep going to work, and keep going to the store, and keep breathing the air.
Having said that… first sign of a fever and I’m locking myself inside. Even if it’s not Covid-19, you won’t see me adding to any potential panic. Unlike the trump nazi cult, I actually look out for my fellow humans when I can.
Although… a little self quarantine would give me lots of time to play the guitar and get caught up on all of my television shows. It would also allow me to continue live blogging the new Cream album. I didn’t plan on doing that, it just sort of happened. I still have two discs to go. Sorry my posts weren’t in real time. I could have time stamped them and everything. Oh well. Maybe the next time a 60’s band releases a new box set.
In closing, here is a picture of my cat being adorable.