CoViD-19 and I

Let the record show that I did less exercise today than usual, but enough to feel barely respectable. California's numbers are growing two days running, with a considerable climb in new cases, and smaller increases in hospital cases. From the UK, the numbers are better, but the shortages of NHS staff seem to be severe. Keep those foreigners out, will we? I've begun thinking what my own return to work might look like. Does it, for example, make sense to go to the office one day a week? I suspect that is useful only if the team I'm on will all, or mostly, be there on that same day. Clearly a logical way to extend my contacts will be with a well defined group of people I've already been in contact with, and can trust to be truthful about whether they've got symptoms (one of the reasons I started WfH a week before the company said to was that I heard people coughing ... three of them). Someone I don't know might well be a spreader. How would I get there? I gat

As I mentioned yesterday, I'm back on the exercise routine. I didn't push quite as hard this morning as I had been doing, but felt better while walking than I had when I got up. I had also neglected my garden over the weekend, and spent half an hour out there after work, pulling weeds. I should have worn a mask, since there were pedestrians passing by. Most of them weren't wearing masks, but that does not excuse my laxity. Work was quite routine, but I've learned that Roche has publicly announced an antibody test for early May. Have I mentioned yet that I work for Roche? I'm not a scientist, though, so I can claim no credit for the tests manufactured by the group. We read now that a high proportion of the Diamond Princess  passengers were tested, and of the positives, 1.6% died. Given that cruise ship passengers tend to be even older than I am, this may mean that I have a better chance of survival than I had thought, should I become infected. It's still a ri