I would make sure everyone was able to be tested for Coronavirus. And impose a two-weekend quarantine on everyone who has it. Then and only then can we go back to work!
You know how it’s supposed to go, right? You are in the hospital sick with it–survive–yay! And are self-quarantined. BUT, and this is key, everyone you had close contact with should be also. HOWEVER, the way it works is one is in the hospital, sent home, self-quarantined, and then everyone learns of it–good, BUT then nobody else is required to self-quarantine, get tested, nada, nothing, zilch. Keep working. Not at home. At work! You see how this works, right?
We’re not testing. We don’t want to test–what we don’t know won’t hurt us, right? If we don’t test, we can pretend we look great. We don’t have any issues. We’re safe. We don’t have it. It doesn’t exist here. It never existed here. It doesn’t affect us. Nothing like NYC will happen to us. Nothing like New Orleans–which people from here went there during Mardis Gras, folks, so listen up…will happen to us.
But we didn’t bring it home from there or anywhere else in the world, or anywhere else in the States because we don’t have it. We’re immune. That’s right. Really! Truly! We don’t have it. Seriously. If we don’t test for it, we can all go back to work and play together and not share anything because it doesn’t exist.
Now, see, I write fantasy–contemporary, our world, shifters living in it. I can make up anything I want. The bad guys die. The good guys live. It’s a great world.
But the virus we don’t have can’t kill the characters I love.
The virus we don’t have can kill any age, anybody, good or bad in the REAL world.
I’m sorry to say that what you don’t know CAN kill you.
I applaud those governors that are concerned about the health of their citizens. Three cheers for them. TEST! Then go back to work.