I know we all have been complaining about the exaggerations given to the Wuhan virus, but as you know, I have been that sense of doom for security purposes.

I have not been bothered by pretty much anybody since the signs went up. No fishermen hanging around against the fence of my backyard and other than the Amazon drop off or the landscaper, nobody has come to our door.

A couple of days ago, our bell rang and I checked the camera: It was our next door neighbor.

His kids were playing ball in their backyard and they accidentally tossed one in mine. No biggie because kids will be kids and I was happy to return it. But just look where he stood to wait for me to answer the door.

8 feet. I measured.

When Life give you pandemic lemons, make some delicious paranoid lemonade and use it.