I mostly stick in the guitar and amp forums, so I'd just seen this. Mojo to all who need, especially Monica.
When this shit started, both my adult kids lived at Casa Krashpad. Son is a greengrocer at Publix, and moved out since he deals with the public as an essential worker, and I am immunocompromised as a result of post-cancer health complications (missing lymph nodes, weekend antibiotics), to help protect me. Daughter had just graduated school but is still home, looking for work despite being certified as as invasive cardiovascular technologist. Ironic, but the plague is making it harder to get a health care job. At least for the time being, in that field. Of course, by being unemployed at least she is not getting exposed. So there's that.
Mrs. Krashpad is a teacher, or media specialist (librarian) anyhow, in a public school. Right now, Florida is one of the most dangerous places in the world for coronavirus, as a result of our idiot Trumpist Governor. She is SERIOUSLY considering retiring rather than going back, if the schools reopen, brick and mortar, in August. She has a probable post-retirement office job lined up with the teachers' union if she does retire, but still it's a SUPER stressful time for her, since the whole school sitch here is a ridiculous clusterfuck.
Fortunately my antisocial tendencies have finally paid dividends. When the firm, The Law Source, I worked for (since 1984) and co-0wned, dissolved at the end of 2012, I started "telecommuting" to a firm (one of our former TLS clients) down in Ft. Myers, four or five hours south of here. That lasted until early 2018, when a bunch of (other) people quit the Ft. Myers firm, and I was made redundant. Fortunately during those 5 years, I stayed in touch with some
other TLS clients around the state, and did side work for them on the weekends. So since 2018, I've been a sole practitioner, but doing the same thing I've always done, and the Ft. Myers firm went from being my full-time employer to one of my clients. My overall income dropped as a result, but since Casa Krashpad's mortgage is paid off, it hasn't been too bad. And since I've been working from home since 1/1/2013 anyhow, my day to day routine is about the same. I just don't go to the credit union in person when the checks come in.
My osteradionecrosis has been slowly advancing, and that's not good. I had my lower left jaw rebuilt with a piece of hipbone and some ankle veins five years ago, and then the neck flesh on that side rebuilt with my left pectoral muscle from my chest. So I am pretty (pardon the pun) disfigured, and have long since given up going out in public without a shemagh, or neckerchief, scarf, or neck gaiter, covering it up. Which I'll admit has not been easy on me psychologically. But at least, now I don't leave the house, so no harm, no foul. And instead of being the ridiculous age 60-something guy that still calls himself Krashpad, now I'm all that plus the guy in the ridiculous scarf thingies. So, lucky to have already been ridiculous I reckon. At any rate, the advancing osteoradionecrosis means that the bone breakdown in my head has resulted in a hole between the back of my mouth and my sinus cavity. Supposed to have that bit checked on in hospital on August 7, but sorry, they're fucked if they think I'm getting within 5 miles of a hospital in Florida right now.
So the health thing is pretty up in the air. Fortunately all the operations cut a lot of nerves, so I'm only in a low-level constant pain, rather than anything debilitating that I can't handle. (Pain mojo to Tig!) I have a big ass bottle of hydrocodone w/an as-needed Rx, but rarely if ever take a dose. I can always self-medicate with beer, and fortunately Total Wine & More™ delivers. so every 3 weeks I get a big-ass delivery and I'm good to go.
then work load is bonkers but I guess can't really complain cuz it's job security but still I can't even stay awake past 8 pm any more just wiped out every day...lost a socket today when i dropped my ratchet and it flew off somewhere. I hate losing tools and normally don't but the boss is a packrat so the shop is cluttered with parts galore...you lay something down and yer looking for it for the next 20 minutes 
...then my 6 inch extension broke but that will be under warranty when the Matco guy comes on Thursday.....first world problems for the most part.
