I know it. That's why I'm so very careful and I only go out when it's absolutely necessary. We don't have an underground bunker, and there's only so much room for typical shelf-stable food. We only have a regular size upright freezer... so I must go out sometime. And our Rx meds (and otc stuff) needs refilling (thank goodness CVS has a drive-through).

I want to delay and postpone what will no doubt be a terrible and agonizing death for both me and my loved ones.

prescriptions mailed, which sounds good. However, with the suspicious reports out of our USPS I don't think I will be switching just yet.
I do try my best to avoid entering the store.

are basically fvcked. Scratching and clawing to get to SS/retirement and now they want to push us off a cliff.

Things look like shit right now, I'll agree. People our age should have learned by now that nothing is permanent. This will pass. While my wife and I are very careful about when we leave the house, we're not sitting around crying about how bad it is. I'm a believer that we create our own reality by the way we think. Thinking about all bad shit around only draws bad shit to me. I refuse to do it.
I know that conditions will change for the better just as sure as they have turned for the worst.

Even if I don’t live as long as my parents, and I don’t expect or even particularly want to (my father passed away at 100; my mother will turn 95 soon), I’m not going to spend the next several decades sitting inside, cowering in a corner, afraid to move.

When this pandemic dies down and a reliable vaccine is available, I look forward to returning to real life ... going to concerts and lectures, museums and restaurants, traveling and sharing dinners with friends. The day will come when I will probably be unable to do any of that anyway, but in the meantime, I see a life without living as no life at all.

This will pass. I am fully committed to remaining masked, gloved, and inside my home for the next year or whatever it takes. But viruses and illness have always been around, in every generation. We can’t let fear of everything put us in a living death.

Also, hello, we’re not that old, and we’re not that fragile.

I’m 70 but seem to have a robust immune system. I’m done with restaurants, concerts, going to the gym, mass transit. I’ll miss traveling to far away places and sampling street food. Been wearing a mask in public since early March and don’t see the end of that.

I’ve changed my advance directive to include “do not intubate, palliative care only”. All the stories of people who have permanent heart, lung, kidney, vascular damage have convinced me that I would rather be put in a corner, pumped full of morphine and left alone. My affairs are in order, I’ve had a good run. As long as I can live until November 4.