I know, that’s not very funny, & rude to mock someone for being scared. Just trying to good-naturedly suggest calming down. Not really making light of the whole thing, I’m scared, too. Not that scared. I don’t think it’s time to panic, yet. Yeah, I’m a jerk. Sorry.

Every day I drive 6.7 miles from our house to my little rented space at LivLab in Wells Park, an industrial/residential neighborhood next to downtown Albuquerque, & draw, write, ruminate from around noon til 10 pm or so. The LivLab crew, 3 or 4 of them, come in & out, mostly out at a jobsite, so it’s just me in my little cubby. “But you’re supposed to stay home.” You’re supposed to not go to work with a bunch of other people, you’re supposed to not do business, which involves doing transactions, having intercourse (yes, intercourse) with other people. You’re supposed to not be gathering together with other people. I’m not doing any of those things. I’m just sitting alone in a dark corner, performing the essential service of drawing funny cartoons.