Jed Wolf

After laying awake all night, this morning I called a friend. While discussing worst case scenarios to air them out and… prepare, my sister who’s been sequestered in San Francisco called.

Her tenant who lives downstairs emailed her this morning saying he has has a fever from the virus. He was tested yesterday. She’ll be leaving him trays of food. Though “her sanctuary feels violated,” she said, she and her husband are not particularly worried because they’re taking precautions and are robust.

Because she’s three years older, I’ve always respected her opinions. When I mentioned my apocalyptic fears, she told me even this whole thing drags on and on, rather than Armageddon, it will bring out societies better angels. I must believe this or never sleep again.