Dispatch from the Front
This lot are directly across the street from me. They are the Neanderthals that go out and test individuals for the virus. I rather feel because of their incompetence they will bring the virus back to the center and spread it among their own as well as the guards and drivers.
My apartment is 50 ft from what will be a nest of infected people and regrettable I am down wind from them.
Because of our age both Carol and I are goners. Buy your sympathy cards and write your eulogies.
To make life difficult for the undertaker, I have grown a beard and the poor bastard will have to shave me before I'm carted off to Le Repentir.