Some people wonder why I say prayers in Latin against the Wuhan Devil.
I had a text from a priest friend which put things in perspective.
“Ten years from now you’ll put on a jacket and find a mask in the pocket.
‘Oh man, what a weird year that was,” you’ll chuckle to yourself.
Then you’ll pick up your machete and continue across the wasteland, keeping to the shadows to avoid the roving gangs of cannibal raiders.”