DH drove into town and picked up another break the bank load of groceries. Bless her there is a clerk at the store who has adopted me as her honorary mom. She shopped for me doing a running text messaging asking me questions and okays on substitutions. Try to get that service in a big city. Ain't gonna happen.
We stood outside with the van doors open and wiped down all the groceries with bleach water before they entered the house. Husband told me that the word in town is that the local DG has been hit with the virus. All I could do was shake my head and say a quick prayer for all of us to be safe. I'm glad I replenished my supplies when I did.
In the mean time, I'm getting as jumpy as a cat in a room full of rocking chairs about strangers driving down our road. Today I saw a teen ager, non Amish ride down the road on his horse, bare back dressed in shorts. He was looking at my chicken coop. May have to unroll a sleeping bag out there with my trusty shootin iron close at hand. Or at least start locking the door at night.