I tend to picture them sitting in front of the keyboard with gloves and masks, Lysol at the ready and pondering wether the tickle in the back of their throat means the end is nigh or if they just need to hydrate. Lets hope for their sake it’s just the latter because there is no hope otherwise. Sky has fallen and all is lost!
Agreed.
Lysol in automatic mister, every few moments, just in case.
Agreed. Well said.