ME

THERMOMETER: Your temperature is “don’t be such a hypochondriac you don’t have the rona” degrees.

ME (before the rona): <Bleeding profusely, skin inflamed, boils, hacking wheezing cough, seizures, occasional blindness> Probably nothing. It’ll go away on its own in a couple of days.

ME (now): <coughs once, softly, slight headache> OMG I got the rona I’m gonna die!

We’re “taking our temperature with a mercury thermometer” years old.

ME (before the rona): I haven’t been out except to walk the dog and run essential errands. All my communications, except with Julie, are online. I’m ok with that.

ME (after the rona): Same, but now I’m going nuts with claustrophobia.

From the comments: She is holding the floppy in the one spot you’re not supposed to touch it. via

I saw this hopeful sign while walking the dog. 📷 🎉

I just ordered clippers for a home haircut. I am prepared for the apocalypse.