Looking out my Backdoor: The creature from the white lagoon

My son and his fiancé are both sick with the dread coronavirus. I had not heard from him so I hounded him, knowing something was wrong. Ben managed to send me a two line email letting me know they were home in bed with a nurse coming regularly.

Aside from that, I know nothing except they are too ill to be in communication with me or with anybody else. I understand all they do is sleep. Sleep is good. Washington State has good health care and I hang onto that as a life line.

It’s been at least three weeks now. And I really don’t know when Ben and Kristen began to be ill. But Ben was...