The virus is slowly but steadily spreading to the southern regions. It seems it will reach its peak early in April.
Who knows? Most predictions have proved wrong and what we couldn't have thought of is happening.
All we can do is staying at home, in the attempt to avoid getting infected.
The chances OH or I catch the virus are very low, but the chances we won't survive covid19 should we catch it are quite high.
In the meantime, our daily battles with dementia are going on, aren't they?
This morning OH insisted on going out . The huge garden we have is not enough for him, nor is the lonely road among the vineyards along which we could go for a safe and healthy walk.
I tried to explain to him ( I know..." never argue, never explain") what the situation is like. OH seemed to have understood and I was proud of myself for my clear and effective explanation. Too bad his first comment on my words was " but we can go out because I can SEE where the virus is".