I trained yesterday at 7:00 p.m. at a large local gym in Oregon City I belong to. There were less then 10 folks working out in the gym. They have two locations, both of which were open. Who knows what will happen by the morning....they'll probably close shop too.
Anyway, my son-in-law, otherwise known as the warden, is insisting we not leave the house unless it's an emergency. He spent this evening wiping down all the doorknobs and light switches with disinfectant. He's gone full on panic. Funny because I am the old guy who, according to what the CDC and the media has said, is the most susceptible to getting gravely ill. I'm the one that should be worried about them bringing the virus into my house. I'm not. If it happens, it happens.
