I'm suppose to working on a contingency plan to propose in a meeting at work Wednesday, but all I can think about is this stupid fight I had with my sister yesterday about the coronavirus and all the things I wish I could have said to her instead of just getting hurt and hanging up on her. "Until my work shuts down -- which who knows when that will be -- I'm not needlessly quarantining myself because what's the point? You know how disgusting that place is; a cesspool, a Petri dish." But ...