Cheesus. What a doomy scenario.

Two years or so, you say?

How about we meet here again on November 23rd, but in 2024, and let's see if this dystopian hellscape has played or is playing out?

I prefer to live now, fully, with fortitude, and joy and hope and love and adventure, rather than to semi-exist in terror breathing behind masks and terrified of other human's breath or touch. Even if we are all doomed. Because the truth is, as individuals we are each of us doomed, just as has been the case since the beginning of all existence. None of us gets out alive.