Humorous commentary about what it means to be quarantined against one's will to remain safe from the Covid-19 pandemic. Sanity is the name of the game. With our new normal of shelter in place to inhibit the fast spreading virus to keep us safe, we have unwittingly unleashed inner demons within us all. Ever worry about chickens? I do.

Using myself as a study, I take a hard look inside my inner fears about how the virus will affect us all from my little corner of the world. I toss out grand ideas on how to protect my wife and I from the virus itself, President Trump’s crazy ideas that he is smarter than the doctors he employs, and how technology has spread the virus to my little corner of the world through airplanes and cruise ships.

I brood endlessly about how we as a country will turn to dust based on Trump’s endless exhibition of poor leadership. Russia will and can have their way with us once they realize Trump is as crazy as he appears on television, unless all their soldiers call sick for the next three months. They are suffering the same problem too. “Do not fear” they say, “We are all in this together”. Dear God.

Using my grand designing abilities I decide to build a space craft to escape the virus, Trump, and all the stupid people who will try to get at my stash of cheese curls once the riots begin. (The toilet paper was already gone so I chose to attain ten years worth of the cheesy snack instead.) With space ships on my mind I work feverishly to find a safe place to hide and wait out this pandemic or until my space ship is complete.