A few days ago Prince Charles tested positive for COVID, today PM Boris Jonnson  tested positive and he's showing symptoms. I told Jennifer my worry is that we both get seriously sick at the same time. I know the risk is low, but I keep going back to a poker tournament I played a few weeks ago. I went all-in with a bad hand, there was only one card in the deck that could save me, only a 3% chance of getting that card... and on the river my card came up. Just dumb luck.

Last night I walked into the bedroom to tell Jennifer US is Number 1... total number of covid cases. I know that in a few days we'll see the rationing at hospitals that Italy faced, and a few days after that we'll be Number 1 for another scarier, more morbid metric. I don't feel any reassurance that we are over here in England, it spreads just as easily through the British. A few minutes after my little announcement, all of England clapped in support of their NHS workers... we clapped for hope.

I just read an OpEd from Scott Kelly with his isolation tips from a year in space. He suggested keeping a journal... so here I am. 

Friday the 13th was Rakuten's first day of work from home, and my last visit to The Crescent. I'm not "stir crazy" yet; I think my years working from home in Denver have prepared me and the second bedroom is super helpful. The zoom meetings have been nice too. Tried a first with the fam on Thursday and it went so well that mom wants to make it a weekly thing. 

I've been listening to podcasts blaring that we are panicking, that it's not worth destroying our economy to save a few lives from the flu. I can understand their feeling now that Jennifer's job has been put on hold and Steve lost his last Wednesday. But then I look at the numbers in Italy and NYC and I'm back firmly on the side of: shutdown now, figure out the economy later.