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I have returned from my whirlwind Northlandia trip to a state that is closing down with each passing minute.  No baseball, which means no fantasy baseball, and worse yet, I am back to babysitting as the schools have all shuttered for the foreseeable future.

If we haven't take Covid-19 seriously, then it appears that we need to start.  Social distancing, something I have practiced for decades is the norm now, a veritable introverts dream.  The current Mrs. Blythe is probably soon to return home for good from her job as they are ironing out work-at-home protocols.

The statistics are daunting.  They say 40-70% of us will catch the virus.  If you do the math with somewhere around 3-5% succumbing to it, then that's a lot of people.  Don't try shortcuts, you'll lose.  Now is not the time to politicize events, but please find a reliable news source that provides the straight facts, not wishful thinking.

Existing In BFE may shut down, too,  since the new American norm is to close shop until this thing is over.  Until that time, just hunker down, stay away from people and we might all come out as good as new on the other side.  



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